In stormy weather
They came together.
The lightning clashed,
To the sound of a whiplash.
The grey winds growl,
Couldn't drown the nightly howl.
The mounting thunder
Was felt down under.
The night owl perched atop
Saw yield of the flourishing crop.
The Skies shattering hail
Made Land tender and pale.
The hour of intensity
To the minute of ecstasy.
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