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Proud of the raging hale storm,
Majestic chaos, a force to be reckoned.
Nature's fury, a tempest born,
Unleashing power, unapologetically beckoned.
Hear the rumble, a deafening roar,
As lightning strikes, and thunder rolls.
Dark clouds gather, the skies abhor,
The winds pick up, and the world cajoles.
Proud of the raging hale storm,
A spectacle of nature's might.
A symphony of chaos, in perfect form,
As rain pours down, and darkness takes flight.
Trees sway wildly, branches bent,
Dancing to the rhythm of the storm.
The ground quakes, with each thunderous event,
Nature's symphony, fierce and warm.
Proud of the raging hale storm,
A display of power, a sight to behold.
With each bolt of lightning, a new form,
A masterpiece of nature, bold and untold.
The skies are painted, in shades of grey,
As the storm rages on, with all its force.
The world is cleansed, in a wild way,
As the rain pours down, with no remorse.
Proud of the raging hale storm,
A reminder of nature's raw might.
A beauty in chaos, a sight so warm,
As the winds blow, and the skies ignite.
The sea rises, in tumultuous waves,
Crashing against the shore with might.
The wind howls, through hidden caves,
As the storm rages on, in its proud fight.
Proud of the raging hale storm,
A symbol of strength, in its sheer rage.
A force of nature, in its truest form,
A fierce display, that never does age.
The animals hide, in burrows deep,
As the storm rages on, with all its might.
The world stands still, in a peaceful sleep,
As the hale storm passes, in the dead of night.
Proud of the raging hale storm,
A reminder of nature's wild ways.
A spectacle of beauty, in its truest form,
A dance of destruction, in a mesmerizing craze.
The rain subsides, the winds calm down,
The hale storm fades, in a graceful way.
The world awakens, to a new dawn,
Fresh and pure, a new beginning, a new day.
Proud of the raging hale storm,
A force of nature, to be admired.
A masterpiece of chaos, in its truest form,
A sight that leaves us, in awe, inspired.
So let the storm rage on, with all its might,
For we are proud, of its raging grace.
A symphony of chaos, a wild sight,
Proud of the raging hale storm, in every place.


Authorship by: Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
©️ Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
®️ The Storm