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The gray clouds
cluster
and then release their burden;
the skies start their
play.
The winds make
music.
The thunder claps and rumbles;
Encore for the show!
The lightning
responds
by dancing across the sky,
brightening the stage.
A shame it
can’t last,
but all shows have an ending…
even one so
grand.