THUNDERING

An encampment of thunder breathes

boldly nearby,

announcing its presence like armies

marching on cobblestone streets

wearing tin hats

and garbage lid shoes.

A salvo of explosions

beats out a rhythm

painting the sky and

land with sound

releasing the rain and

a cold cutting wind

speaking the language of

turbulent power

while claiming the sky

and humbling the brave

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