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The rain gently patters against my window,

whilst thunder softly grumbles in the distance—

            a complaint from Nature,

            heralding the beautiful violence to come.

Winds, at first as tender and sweet as a lover’s kiss,

soon begin to rise to crescendo;

            a whistling breeze transforms into a deafening roar,

            as the rattling of windows merge with the cacophony outside.

Brilliant flashes soon fill the room,

their magnificence beautiful, yet blinding, to behold—

            quickly on their tails are powerful explosions of sound,

            detonations of TNT in the skies above, intimidating and awe-inspiring.

Visibility, that which we often take for granted, drops to zero.

A misty, howling sheet of gray precipitation sweeps across the landscape;

            all is blanketed beneath the oppressive deluge,

            forcing all caught in its path to seek shelter or be swept away with merciless force.

The skies roar and flash, crying their dismay to the masses,

opening up that which has been contained within for far too long—

            this eve, the Valkyries ride past our heads,

            leaving in their wake disastrous glory.

For once the storms pass, we are greeted by light once again,

as the Sun benevolently kisses our faces with familiarity;

            with every instance of destruction there comes a countering of renewal,

            such as it has been in the past and so it shall continue in our future.