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Thunder Roars
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
Copyright ©
Mark Koplin
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