What a sad state of affairs a thunderstorm is, it starts at a gentle breeze in the sky, the winds rustle, the clouds shift, the Earth itself seems to come alive and breath in the intoxicating fumes of nature itself. One can't help but notice the soft, subtle differences around us, as if Mother Nature is whispering a secret to the life of all the
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