The Sky Rips Open - By Autumn Boyet-Stinton
Warning flashes all around
I hold my breath and wait for sound.
Energy prickles on my skin
The air hangs thick, my nerves are thin.
The rumble starts faint and low
It builds up courage as the wind does blow.
And then a crash above my head
It shakes my bones and wakes the dead.
A crackle, a tear, a thunderous pop
The heavens scream and moan and will not stop.
The tension builds and bucks along
Passion and fury deep dark and strong.
On it goes, the chaos grows
Skies cry and a flash of anger shows. 
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