No sooner does the mysterious
curtain of night fall than the softly
quiescent atmosphere becomes suddenly
aware of an alteration in the night's
program as the steady beat of distant
thunder shatters the comfortable, dark
silence. Stealthily, then with growing
confidence the approaching storm
builds momentum, advancing to
pierce the blackness with brilliant
eruptions of jagged fire. For endless
hours throughout the night the
solemn procession of thunder claps
its admiration of its very own displays
as nature herself applauds the titanic
performance of her star players. A
puissant sound stage has overtaken
the night, introducing theatrical
light displays under which the
landscape cowers, hesitant and uncertain
that the imperious drama will eventually
depart, having demonstrated how
Armageddon might very well
mount the stage with its
co-conspirators, death and destruction
aiding natural calamities
of primeval disorder.
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