I am a thunderstorm
I am the chilly expectation on the winds
I am the deep grey, brilliant geen, and glowing orange which betrays its feirceness
I am the passionate drilling forces of giant raindrops
And the sweet caress of falling showers
I am warm and carefree like a summer storm
Then icy as winter sleet
Dangerous at times its true
Sought after a long drought and refreshing to dry soil
I am fury or comfort
I am hazardous or appealing
I am the ever changing face of the sky.
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