The early indications were that there would be a storm
And so I put the kettle on and wrapped up nice and warm
I then looked out the window, at the grey and misty sky
And hoped the storm would dissipate, and quickly pass us by
And like a bolt of lightning, there was noise and wind and rain
And yet in half an hour, it had come and gone again
The wonder that is nature, had expressed itself once more
Had thrown all that it could at us, and exited the door!
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