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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