Thunder rumbles on the horizon as the storm clouds roll in.
Half the sky is brightened while the other half dim.
The top of the storm is bright. White and mighty like a castle.
While the lower is dark and steady like troops marching to battle.
It sweeps across the sky, thunder crashing in its wake.
Lightning flashes from within until the cloud barrier it does break.
A streak of light. A flash of white. It forms cracks upon the sky.
With a mighty bale and a forceful gale, the clouds start to cry.
The rain falls in a tidal sheet. It hammers upon the land.
Soak the dry earth. It’s quite the rebirth. You have to understand.
Let the thunder rumble and the lighting flash.
And the rain fall in a sideways crash.
Let the wind howl and the sun find a cowl. Here at the start of spring.
Wash away the winter that stays on the prowl and give us a chance to sing.
For the warmer weather that makes us all feel better.
This happy, stormy spring.
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What a wonderful way to portray. 😉
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