A Thunderstorm

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By Albert Ahearn

The rainclouds loom over the town Like a cold, grayish wet blanket That soon will unleash and rain down its wrathful torrent in buckets. I’ve seen this many times before- This quietude before the storm- A preface to what is in store: An incredible thunderstorm. Behold! The tempest has begun. Wind is blowing from the northeast Lightning bolts on the horizon The odor of ozone increased And as though it were timed, thunder Brought rain as I watch in wonder.

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