Thunderstorm
The fury of a thunderstorm
Should not be a surprise,
For prior to its sudden booms
Come dark-as-nighttime skies.
The wind whips up, the branches sway,
The air cools down a bit
And lightning zigzags right before
The thunder seems to hit.
Then with a crash the storm attacks,
The booming close and loud,
Which causes shrieks and running feet,
Dispersing any crowd.
Umbrellas open, wipers snap
And car alarms might beep
While anyone caught napping
Will be jostled from that sleep.
Most typically, the storm won’t last
As rumbles move away
And rain lets up to save itself
For yet another day.
Quite often, then, the sun appears
And brings with it the heat,
The only proof of the event
The puddles on the street.
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