Thundersong
Soft sprinkling shower
Paper rustling in the sky
A gift is unwrapped
Quiet is the grass
Awaiting relief that comes
One drop at a time
The sky grinds his teeth
He unleashes a wild roar
His clouds churn with wrath
Ice rocks hit tin roofs
Ammunition from the sky
Rings through the air
The storm sings to me
A love song of cracks and booms
My favorite kind
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