Fire from the sky
A beautiful sight
Fingers of God reaching through the night
The thunder calls with defiant sound
Natures fury shakes the ground
The rain, like curtains, shrouds the eyes
In wailing wind a Banshee cries
The Storm is upon us
I feel its soul
In lightning crash and thunder roll
I have no care to be forewarned
The Lord knows
I love
HIS
Thunderstorms
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