Amidst the raging storm,
A mystery stirs in the air.
A force we cannot see,
But its presence we feel with every hair.
The lightning strikes in a flash,
The thunder booms like a drum.
The wind howls through the night,
As we wait for the storm to come undone.
What secrets does this tempest hold?
What magic does it contain?
We stand in awe and wonder,
As the storm begins to wane.
And when the last bolt of lightning
Fades into the distant sky,
We’re left with a sense of mystery,
As we ponder and wonder why.
Clemantis 
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