In the darkest sky, a cloud did form,
With lightning’s wrath, it did transform.
Amidst the heavens, it billowed great,
As thunder’s rumble, it did create.
A fiery bolt sliced through the night,
With power fierce, its dazzling might.
Illuminating the land below,
In brilliance, its glow did show.
The thunder roared with a mighty boom,
Echoing through the silent gloom.
Its booming voice, a primal call,
Shaking the earth, both big and small.
Within the cloud, a tempest brewed,
Unleashing power, fierce and crude.
The rain poured down upon the land,
Quenching and flooding, an untamed hand.
The dark cloud wept, its tears cascading,
A sorrowful dance, ever parading.
The lightning danced with swift precision,
Piercing the darkness with its incision.
Together they created a fearsome sight,
As day turned into an ominous night.
Nature’s forces clashed and clashed,
In this epic battle, both bold and brash.
Yet amidst the chaos, beauty did gleam,
A dance of elements, surreal and extreme.
For in the storm’s dark and thunderous might,
There lies a mystic, enchanting sight.
So let the thunder rumble on,
In skies where dark clouds form and spawn.
For in the symphony of the storm,
Nature’s power takes its truest form.
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