As she spreads the grey menacingly above
The air churning a mixture for her storm
Crackling delightfully as hot and cold meet
The air electric with her energy
Brewing, stewing and rolling
Her perfume teasing as the sky threatens to burst
A pregnant silence, as her calm exterior erupts
A voice that will be heard near and far
As asperity is unleashed
Clamoring a promise of a double rainbow
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