Across the sky, there brews a thunder storm,
One thats not the norm,
Howling wind, shakes the land,
Like a ball in a giant hand,
The lashing rain, it hits the ground,
And against the windows, begins to pound,
Furious lightning fills the sky,
Whiel couds shadown starts, up ever so high,
Then the fire, it whispers out,
The God's are displeased, there is no doubt,
Suddenly its gone, dissapeared,
In a single moment, the skies have cleared,
The Gods are mighty, and terribly feared,
Yet for their kindness, throughout the lands revered,
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