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Thunderstorms
We see above us huge black clouds,
And in the sky they take their place,
Ominous this must now appear,
As people know what they'll soon face.
First begins the frightful rain,
Which crashes through the air
Drenching our tremendous Earth,
All around and everywhere.
Then begins great flashing lights,
And the sound of rumbling thunder.
What creates this frightful picture?
It must surely...
Tuesday 18th August 2020 6:55 am
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