The sky is grey and dark
Defying the sun to
appear
Then the wind picks up
And thunder is getting near
Rain follows with lightning
Flashes that strike
fear
And preludes the
thunder
So loud it deafens the
ear
But then its passes on
Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems
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