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The Lightning Strikes
The thunder rollsJust a few seconds beforeThe lightning strikes.The tree standsAll aloneIn a barren, quiet field.Its branches blow andIts leaves rattle,Endlessly,In the humid summer night.The wind pic
The thunder rollsJust a few seconds beforeThe lightning strikes.The tree standsAll aloneIn a barren, quiet field.Its branches blow andIts leaves rattle,Endlessly,In the humid summer night.The wind pic