Lighting refuses to rest from its play
Raindrops roar, battling against howling gales
Wind sings to a lake of diamonds
Which sparkle in hidden skies of black
A sweet symphony soaring on wings of thunder
Nature's forte
This is the climax, finally stilling on a note of peace
Leaving blue skies

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