All around the winds were blowing
Lightning flashes were freely flowing
Sounds of thunder filled the air
Weather warnings were everywhere
Pouring rains and funnel clouds
Stalling travelers, stalling crowds
But the colors bright with rain
Were like ointment soothing pain...
Now the creatures romp and play
Splashing through the puddly way
Gone the thunder gone the storm
All is well this Sunday morn...
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