Brilliant flashes of narrow light,
Quickly branch off,
Racing to stab the earth
Massive, omnious clouds loom overhead,
Looking down upon everything,
Supercilious and dark
Clouds lumber along with the terrifying shriek of the wind...
Pushing them to go away, bullying them...
Gusts weave in and out of shapes,
Bending them and snapping them
like a child with a twig.
Rolling, mighty sound comes from the horizon...
It consumes anything that competes with it...
It resounds...
It resounds...
It resounds....
It's like God himself's warcry
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