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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I can sense the air a changing, through my eyes in peripheral see This I have to await, to await what she brings to we Oh! this trepidation, I'm in fear of what we've been told For her skies are not what they seem in fear of her unfold Suddenly azures are bleached, diminished from their blues Maybe the headlines, the news informed, are now becoming true Cobalt bluey greys, amidst blackened silvery delights Beckon my eyes in see, this night a changing sight Sporadic openings honour, it's as if their about to clear Then thunder like kettle drums, reignite my fears With one hell of a mighty crash, resonating thunderous noise Straight away my mind reminds that nature knows destroy Mountains in the distance, in daylight so far away A flash here, a flash there, their standing in disarray I stand here awaiting, knowing, that her heavens are about to burst Her cascade, cacophonous noise, she rarely lets us thirst Ice bullets teeming, streaming, amidst droplets of what could have been Crashing, caressing, stressing, man's modern life now screams Stop-lights, signs swaying, flaying, crashing to the ground But even the designs of man, can rarely imitate her sounds Seconds, minutes, hours pass, now a calmness before her storm There will never be a day, when even we conform For I marvel in fascination, so vivid in what she displays In lightening we appear to be, but we will never outweigh
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