Thick rolls of noise draw clouds in like heavy cheering crowds,
Moving toward vulnerable rooves.
Bursting closer and closer extending the clapping and the cracking.
Forks of light fall toward the ground.
Each one exceeding the intensity of the last.
Over the thunder runs like shaking sheets of metal.
Reverberating walls and windows like they were
trembling adolescents on first dates.
Clouds part and the thunder has now run it´s course.
Disappearing from the pressure storm that passed like a huge grey hurse.
the sky still so full of power.
Admiration intact.
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