The sky, so dark, and the air, so still,
As the clouds, roll in, and the winds, take a spill.
The trees, they sway, and the leaves, they rustle,
As the anticipation, builds, for the coming bustle.
And then, it strikes, like a bolt, from the blue,
A crack, so loud, it shatters the view.
The thunder rolls, and the lightning, it flashes,
As the rain, begins, to pelt, and the wind, it clashes.
It's a symphony, of nature's might,
A display, of power, that's both, stunning and bright.
And though, it's frightening, there's something, so pure,
In the roar, of the thunder, and the tempest, so sure.
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