Echoes of the Tempest

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In the heart of a brooding sky,
Where the whispers of winds sigh,
Thunder rolls with a deep rumble,
A call to which the heavens tumble.

Lightning, a serpentine blaze,
Splits the dark in a luminous craze.
A dance of power, fierce and bright,
Carving silence into the night.

Each clap, an echo of ancient lore,
Tales of gods and their mighty roar.
The sky, their canvas, vast and wide,
Where they etch their stories with pride.

The earth responds with a hushed awe,
To the storm’s commanding law.
In the flash, the world is stark,
Illuminated by the electric arc.

So let the thunder be your guide,
Through the storm, be not afraid to stride.
For in the fury of lightning’s ballet,
Lies the beauty of nature’s fray.

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