Tania's personification contest 3/25/24
Nimbus clouds are spinning and swirling Lightning is swiftly sending his bolts hurling Silver spears he's throwing to Earth are my cue to boom before a violent storm passes through When I roar, clamoring aloud, buildings shake People tremble as if I was causing an earthquake There's a deafening timber in the sound of my voice It's the only way I can speak and it's not by choice Many have great fear of me, but I do them no harm They should think of me as a warning alarm when in the far off distance they hear my call telling of a thunderstorm approaching with a squall
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