It was a train in the sky.

A thunderous ballad of

unscripted percussions of

warm and cold colliding;

an influence without

equal.  The oncoming front

sounded like a thousand warriors.

running hard.

Leaves turned over.  Windows

slammed shut.  Animals sought

shelter. A sequence of

distant low frequency explosions

pressed the air.

There is no resolve until it

becomes exhausted at some

distant place.


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