Does the thunder call out
its awful rage
In protest of life
as it takes the stage?

Is the lightning's flash
its boiling anger
A bold reaction
to imagined danger?

Does it see the death of winter
approaching
In the sun's growing warmth
encroaching?

What is the storm
Why does it cry
As it sweeps so violently
across the sky?

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