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Fireflies glow in the dark.   Lightning always strikes something.   Rain pours down.   Lightning and Rain like to speak to each other a lot.   
Lightning, you strike once, ruling the sky, never striking the same way again.   Lightning, thunder told me of your arrival, but why is there no thunder to tell me when you leave?  
Laugh like a childs'. Happy and free of worry. She is beautiful.   Her eyes are like stars. They shine, even in the night. They still shine brighter.   Her face; beautiful.
All of Earth's mothers are Earth and are Earth as seed.       The rest of us are Earth flowers and Earth evolving.  
Inspiration   a whispery-sounding word for something so big It can come like a Flash - lightning turns the shifting sands of  Thought to glass, clear as crystal Or softly
Crashing to the ground without direction but somehow with precision,
The world is at its end, A primal war has begun. Mother Nature’s children are fighting To see who’s the strongest one. Who will win this war?
The shocking electric pulse, Flowing through my veins. I’m charged and strong, Ready to fly, Through the driving rains. I drop a single bolt,
It is raining The lightning lashes The thunder roars I am running towards a lone figure collapsed upon the ground It is raining
I love my Pikachu With her beautiful eyes So blue! I could stare into them forever And be happy I love my Pikachu
Strong as an Oak, Tall as a Pine, As beautiful as the Willow, But single spark, Or lightning's arc, Can burn up all the Meadow.
You're like the lightning. A quick, bright, illuminating flash, Shining a spotlight on all that is, and is not.  
The clouds start moving in, obscuring the midday sky. They layer upon one another, blocking out all available sunshine.   The wind picks up, rushing through the trees.
The Hit We were in the same city when you died.I didn't know until hours after arriving homewhen I saw the pictures,saw you,I didn't understand. Wade, I thought it was your birthday.
a flash of white streaks across the sky of night. that sudden flare had given you quite a scare. pitter-patter of the rain
Yes!? You feel it don't you? A spark, no, an ember. Oneof many embers, too, long forgotten and with no stir.   A fire once great in your eart. No, not just a flame, but a bolt of lightning,
The rain falls and it sounds like bullet casings; The rain falls and it sounds like home.  The thunder comes and I am hiding,  Under a table, away from you. From your thunder-clap hands,
Lightning One... Two... Three... Four.... A rumble..... Then a silence... The rain didn't count as a sound in this storm too It's falling drops were gentle, against this sky made without blue
Soft, Calm, Cataclysm Thats what I call a storm Barely suppressed fury Thats what I call a storm
Feeling that cool, soft breeze against my skin feels, feels amazing...
  One could spend an eternity of Light and Waves To fathom what’s just beyond the charcoal borders Drowning everything in the passage of its escape.
Sometimes I think the weather follows me.The moon she still watches melike the day I was born.The storm on the air, it destroys with me.Lightning from inside of meleaves us blistered and torn.
When the storm clouds rolled,  I lifted my head to the sky. When fate the lightning foretold, I smiled but didn't wait to die.   Lifting my skirts, I danced through the rain,
Droplets of water fall from the sky
Like how only the sky can feel the lightning, thunder and rain only i know the feeling of empty loneliness the true distance between me and happiness only i can fake the smile and hide the tears
I am from Hell I was born there I live there I will die there I am from the fires that rage when people are angry Laugh there Love there Dream there
I hear the soft footsteps of rain outside my window, It’s louder friend only seconds behind. They bring me no fear, No wariness, no excitement.
My hand shakes as I write. Lines and curves. Quivering like a crisp leaf, as the calm before the storm dissipates. I have so. Many. Questions.
The rain was cold and nipped the skin, The Thunder boisterous, And the Lightning un-disciplined. It teased the silver Guardian While the thunder spoke in a lion’s roar Of the approaching soul.
Shining drops caress the leaves Singing the song the nighttime weaves. Lightning flashes, the thunder chimes To the chaos of my mind. Passionate love, wild like fury. The edges of reality becoming blurry.
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