Jagged fingers slice through the air.
A dance of the gods for mere mortals.
We hold our breaths as they sizzle and play.
The clouds keep them in place in defiance.
The ground rumbles in dismay at their power play.
The wind and rain fight to divert their direction.
Their aim is compromised by their enemies.
They hold strong and band together.
But the gods and nature block their path.
The earth is saved from ruin on this day.
But they’ll be back again another day.
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