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A Storm in AugustAnother lighting storm dances on the horizon. The thunder mocking it for more. The rain begins slow, Pausing only for seconds, like it needs to catch its breath. then releasing its powerful storm. The beauty of the light show is, unmatched by anything in nature. And its power is undefined by man. The lightning dims down, the dark clouds roll past. The spectacle leaves the sky. Leaving the ground refreshed. Copyright ©2003 D.Cody Herring Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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