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This was the sky moments before a huge thunderstorm barreled its way through. Still going, too.

It came down in buckets
While wind blew with rage
A sky filled with lightning
The storm, center stage

Her thunder was deafening
Couldn’t hear myself think
Why on Earth would nature
Put up such a stink

Sounds, like a freight train,
Roaring, past the door
The whole house is shaking
I can’t take anymore

Calmer days need take heed
She is mighty, riding the skies
A figure of destructive fury
She wears as an artful guise

The color of sunlight, so bright
She’ll shine her light, on a dare
Deceptive is she, quite willingly
Hiding in the clouds, elsewhere


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