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what I need right now
is a good thunderstorm

one of those brooding
tempests where clouds
flare up and glower
to expose a seething rage

splintered tendrils
rending the sky
shattering the blackness
in a thousand fragments

gone in a flash
with a crack that sends
the trees trembling
their leaves upturned

roots gripping tighter
as the earth shudders
and the crickets
pause, uncertain