Distant thunder echoes off the hills;
My heart with trepidation fills
As darkness creeps across the sun,
Announcing that the storm’s begun.
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The clouds advance with frightening speed,
Their pent-up fury finally freed.
They sweep the world beneath their shroud;
No creature dares to make a sound.
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The rumbling threat grows ever near
Until the building storm in here.
As its power escalates,
All we can do is watch and wait.
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A burst of wind whips through the trees,
Lashing limbs with startling ease.
They falter, rocking feverishly,
And bear the onslaught wearily.
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The rain pours down with ruthless force
And pounds the leaves without remorse.
A chill to summer’s air it brings;
It murmurs like a living thing.
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Bright lightning, rending gloom and dark,
With brilliance intense and stark,
Reveals the world in one brief flash;
Then thunder follows with a crash.
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As I watch, my fear soon fades away;
Strange fascination comes to stay.
The storm is fierce and violent, true,
But there’s wild beauty in it, too.
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I marvel at the stirring sight
Of our Creator’s unleashed might.
Who could claim that God is just a lie
When tribute to Him floods the sky?
