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?