The storm has legs thousands of them walking across the sky
Too many layers of itself breaking into each other a schizophrenic mind
Roads upon roads spreading wide and long over the land
Angry fists of grey forming coagulating in the sky
A million tiny hooks dragging the moisture behind it
Sheets of aggression ready to be broken then reform
compound and send shocks through the firmament
Jagged undeer the stormline
Merging thick bodies grand warriors of the tempest
Rolling colliding then launching themselves
The long zig zagging electric spears
Walking their warpath across land
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