engulfment

murky and grey

the sky

sits heavy with sweat,

recycled air

and waits-

waits

to release all its pent-up energy

to release its sculpted

sound

and

fury

upon those who dare challenge its brilliance.

Upon the earth which breathes it, feels it, takes it for granted- the delicate stream of air and vapour coming through our bodies.

Even the proudest of people are humbled by the mighty sounds of roaring thunder.

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