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Lightning forked the sky into bones, a white skeleton rattling in the storm’s black chest. Thunder grumbled low, and I thought: anger is honest—it doesn’t preen for poetry; it thrashes raw, snapping its verbs into the ribs of air until even the clouds confess they’ve swallowed too much rain.
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Who dares feed storms to grammar this way?
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This view is it does best
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Still and glowing
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Glow roar.
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This caption breathed softly
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It glowed with still
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Sky drama unfolding in this capture
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Shot of the day
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