Clouds looming on ominous horizon.
The sun hides in fear as the storm nears fast.
Silver linings fade slowly, one by one,
the sight begets fear and ensures it last.
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Lightening dances across the dark sky,
steps on gentle branch and down flaming path,
sets alight the world with the end never nigh,
and carrying all the fury thou hath.

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The wind howls loudly at the world before,
carrying thunder's deep voice far, far away,
ripping through treetops, pain thee will ignore.
Claiming thy throne through force this dark day.

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As I look through the window at the storm,
thee bring peace to me, to others the thorn.

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{This poem is my first try at an English sonnet. I am looking for constructive criticism, please. }