Turgid tempest traipses slowly,
heavy thunder, hammers holy,
livid lightning lights the lowly.
Storm surges, striking sand-bar,
winds wailing, whipping wife's car,
rain races to rills and rock scars.
Power pulses, promising pain,
branches break-off, block the brave,
dumb to drive on dreadful days.
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