A white light flashes through the blackened night.
The earth is filled with its mighty thunder.
For that one quick moment the sky shines bright.
The seas awaken from peaceful slumber.
The big wooden ships move from side to side.
The ship leaders begin to shout orders,
As the younger passengers run and hide,
Staying far from the grey stormy waters.
The elders, frightened, go into prayer.
The children announce their distress, loudly.
The heavens pour down a second layer.
The sky releases a great howl, proudly.
The gods refuse the storm a chance to die.
It will be three months before the rain dries.

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