In the realm where shadows dwell,
Under the cloak of a midnight spell,
The sky whispers in shades of blue,
A prelude to the tempest’s brew.
Black velvet drapes the celestial stage,
For the lightning’s dance, the clouds engage.
A flash of brilliance, a crackling ballet,
Nature’s raw power on grand display.
Each bolt, a painter’s stroke of light,
Illuminates the canvas of the night.
A fleeting glimpse of silver threads,
Weaving through the sky’s dark beds.
The storm’s serenade, a symphony of might,
Conducting the orchestra of the night.
In this spectacle of blue and black,
The universe reveals what the daylight lacks.
So let the thunder roll and the heavens flare,
In the beauty of this electric affair.
For in the heart of the storm’s embrace,
Lies a moment of awe, a timeless grace.
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