In the realm where the heavens clash,
Thunder’s voice in a resounding crash,
Echoes deep in the vault of skies,
A symphony of nature’s cries.
Lightning’s fingers stretch and reach,
Across the dark, a brilliant breach,
A painter’s stroke in silver hues,
Illuminating evening’s muse.
Tornado’s fury, a spiraling dance,
A force of will, a twist of chance,
It carves its path, a fearsome drill,
Bending earth to its sheer will.
The storm’s ensemble, wild and free,
Conducts a tempest’s symphony,
With each bolt, each thunderous sound,
The heart of nature is unbound.
Majestic power in the air,
A spectacle beyond compare,
In awe we watch the storm’s parade,
As thunder, lightning, tornadoes invade.
So let the storm rage on with might,
And fill the world with wondrous fright,
For in its wrath, we find a show,
Of nature’s strength, a grand tableau.
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