Cymbals crashing in the sky
Staccato rain blowing by
Grey and dark
The heavens split
Zig zag flashes
Dash and flit
Clouds are roiling, feeling menacing
Sky a muddied yellow, feels threatening
Awesome detonations boom through the air
Count the seconds, till lightenings flare
Hairs on the back of the neck arise
Excitement bubbles no suprise
Storm rampages
Through its stages
Standing in awe
Should I be frightened of its power
Cymbals crash, lightening forks
Natures force, humans ivory tower.
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 
You must have accessed our weather forecast: thunder rolling and pitch black clouds … we need the rain …
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Laughing …ah well look forward to reading the first hand account! I love a storm its the power and our inability to do anything but bow to its force. Maybe I was just riding past on the broomstick surfing your overhead clouds! Yes we do need some rain.
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Still rumbling and rolling around here. Sounds like a giant who has been forced to eat my cooking …
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Try putting out a pail of Bicarbonate of Soda may appease the giant!
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He’s gone now: sudden sunshine and a warm evening glow.
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The magic of our planet.
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