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The thunderstorm was as a molten silver sky, quenching the earth she cocooned in black.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2020.
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The thunderstorm bequeathed a percussion of rain upon the rooftop.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2020.
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Upon the top of every thunderstorm is either the light of the sun or stars, and so I let my daydreams rise there in such times.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2020.
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How else can the flashes of light appear so bright but in the twilight of a thunderstorm?

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2020.
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The thunderstorm came as if an eternal question, to ask if any had gratitude for the calm?

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2020.
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From the window I watched the oak stand firm in every thunderstorm.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2020.
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After a thunderstorm the day was always that much brighter and refreshed.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2020.
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If there were cobwebs in my heart and soul before the thunderstorm, it is safe to say that I was all clear by the time the blue sky and sun returned.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2020.