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Quiet
Deathly quiet.
Not a leaf stirs.
A bird scolds as it flies.
Dust rises for no reason.
The milky sky darkens,
Brown and yellow colours swirl as clouds draw up beyond the horizon.
A single drop hits the pavement.
The air is still.
Waiting.
Far away rumbling drifts and dies.
Silence.
Oppressive calm
Sinks on the waiting world.
A single flash breaks from the clouds.
Rustling and crackling, droplets strike and turn the soil black.
A lightning bolt breaks from the darkness.
Then another flashes, blinding you.
Thunder answers
Roars its ire
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