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Cascading sheets that fall as pelting rain,
Thunderous lightning bellows in refrain.
Cycling onward- spout great dorsal wake,
Reverberations make land and sky quake.

Flashes illuminate purple prairie,
Though I’m imperiled feeling quite merry.
Quake, shiver in your domestic dry home;
Challenging the elements as I roam.

Streets turned to rivers, looks of disbelief;
Sensible actions steel joy as old thief.
What madman laughs at heaven’s thunderbolts?
From quiet desperation I revolt.

Life can be short and full of tedium,
Summer storms at night not baby’s pablum.