Far over the hills and vales there brews a storm,
Thunder growls above the darkening dome,
Through the dark sky there runs a jagged silver snake,
Leaving the heralds of a storm in its wake.
Not long after, there begins a cascading downpour,
Appearing as if the rivers of the world were being released to the floor.
Lightning strikes and mighty winds blow,
At the mercy of the
maelstrom, enormous trees humbly bow.
As one witnesses this storm from an observer’s eye,
One cannot help thinking with a sigh,
That man is being judged by nature’s jury,
And that this is a
warning that nature will soon unleash its full fury.
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