A Thunderstorm

It swiftly flies,
Dark is the sky,
Drip drop, drip drop,
Sounds roof atop.

All the trees bend,
Without an end.
With some control?
Not this black hole.

A cloud goes pow,
It takes a bow.
A flash of light,
Starts a fistfight.

The fight goes on,
Not once withdrawn.
What was that swarm?
A thunderstorm.

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