In the heart of the tempest, where chaos likes to run,
A furious storm descends, blocking out the sun,
Behold the whirlwind, a force of might,
Unleashing its wrath in the dead of night.

Large, hard hail, a relentless assault,
Cascading down, a fearsome exalt,
Thick and heavy, the rain pours down,
Ancestral tears, man’s humble crown.

The rain pours down in sheets of grey,
Thick and heavy, obscuring the way,
Lightning cracks in the sky’s dark veil,
The earth trembles and begins to wail.

Thunder’s rumble, shaking earth’s core,
The monster in the sky as it lets out a roar,
A symphony of destruction, a primal show,
As the mighty storm’s fury continues to grow.

A shroud of darkness, a cloak of dread,
Enveloping all in its cold, murky spread,
Buildings crumble, foundations shake,
As the storm’s fury refuses to abate.

In the heart the rage, a fearsome rumble,
As the trees sway and begin to tumble,
Trees bend and break, houses tremble and sway,
As nature’s wrath holds sway on this dark day.

Gale force winds, relentless and wild,
Blow through the land, a force in no way mild,
No shelter from the maelstrom’s embrace,
As wind and rain lay waste, in furious chase.

And through it all, a deep mist descends,
A shroud of mystery that never ends,
Obscured by fog, a deep, shrouded veil
Nature’s wrath, an ancient, unyielding tale

Beware the storm, its power untamed,
A reminder of nature, forever unchained,
Nature’s wrath in all its glory,
A testament to its eternal story.

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