Thunderstorm
Black as coal and moody as teenagers
The storm steadily approaches home,
Rumbling, growing ever louder,
War-like violence above,
Shaking homes and raw nerves
As frequent flashes
Of forked lightning
Light the sky
Soon to
Die.
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