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STORM

White fleecy flock degrades to dishcloth grey As cumulus now conjure up a curse. A faint flicker and flash from far off sky As zig-zag blaze cleaves the grey beyond. Brilliant white light from high voltage aloft Creating ozone in chaotic shows. Now a loud rumble, a serious drum roll, Percussion echoing around the hills. Turmoil aloft now sets off down the dale. The blue is back, the grey all gone away.

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