A Sonnet for the Storm

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A beautiful day ruined. The sky mourns,
Rain falls like tears. An ocean of sorrow.
Stunning yet deadly, the wind the hunt's horns,
The clouds chase the sun towards tomorrow.
The thunder sounds and tourists scatter. Scared?
"Of course," You cry "there's a war in the sky!"
They lock themselves in, hoping to be spared.
Darkness overcomes light, a waste, you sigh.
Yet the world slows, no longer concealed,
Not a war but a dance, a balance found.
The storm thickens, the truth is revealed,
Thor raises his hammer, I am spellbound.
A symphony of sound, lighting erupts.
We dance in the rain, no-one interrupts.

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