Tempers are unique,
We keep them and exploit them;
We compare them too.

Some are hurricanes,
But I am a thunderstorm,
And I can show it.

I am a loud noise;
I am a bright thunderbolt;
I can make it rain.

I frighten them all,
But as they run for shelter,
I strike once again.

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