the storm

I wrote this a few hours ago during a very violent thunder storm. I would have posted it earlier, but just as I sat down and wrote the first word, the power went off!

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My room is dark
Save two flickering candles
To show the way.
.I sit outside my door
In the oppressive heat
of a mid summers night.
All around pitch black
Not a light to be seen

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Then a blinding dazzling shard of silver
Assaults my eyes
And a thunderous crash
Shakes me to my very soul
.I look toward the oceon
Nothing I see until once again
the heavens illuminate the scene
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The sea millpond calm
Glistens for a second
Then once again is gone
.Without warning
A torrent of rain
Comes crashing from the sky
Roaring , hissing, bouncing high
Like so many bejewelled coronets
In the lightning’s glare

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.The smell, that sound
The power, that majesty
Lasts but for a short while

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Then is gone

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let me read it to you

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