by Jem Croucher
The warmer air was palpable
so we knew something was coming
electric currents in the air
a tingling on the neck and hair
and rumbles out there humming

Then suddenly the brightest flash
as lightning stabbed the night
The thunder roared
as we applaud
at this most splendid sight

The thunderstorm arrived at last
and with it rain a-plenty
We whooped and cheered
as close it neared
til it and we were empty


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