A Surreal Dream
Lightning flashes, followed by thunderclaps,
dominate the scene, dispersing the crowds.
And the night sky's twinkling stars stay hidden
behind prodigious banks of sullied clouds.
Brisk breezes tussle the tops of the trees;
branches bending as the wind increases.
And a mixture of rain, sleet, and hailstones
tears loose leaves into fragmented pieces.
Ebony shadows merge with the darkness
when Lightning's fiery gaze burns its way through.
And as raindrops dim Lightning's jagged eye,
Thor's magic hammer forges sparks anew.
A part of Nature's natural array:
thunderstorms feel like a surreal dream.
For when Lightning's hypnotic flash ignites:
amidst the charcoal clouds, wailing banshees scream.
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