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The Lightning Storm |
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The Lightning Storm |
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I watch as clouds
come with lightning cargo. The dark clouds race-rapidly-round white ones. They wait until the last white clouds leave. And that's when the wild-wicked storm starts. I see the first-fast-flash streak the sky. Big-bad-booms-blast, there's the thunder. More lightning dances-down-daylight street. But the big-bad-booms have just begun. |
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This page was last updated on March 27, 2007 by the KIWW Webmaster. |
