Season of Storms

A presence that must be known
so thunder does boom.
A true first of the season
like a flower in bloom.

Awaiting in silent beauty
for any sort of sign,
To appear out of nowhere
its time to shine.

Burst open, it does
saturating the land.
As the sky does fall
and lightning lends a hand.

Dangerous beauty does come
startling the dead.
As the sky lights up
and we jolt from bed.

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