no, no, Ororo Munroe

There’s a storm cloud floating above me, its thunder is shaking the place

Fahrenheit at 108

I admired two birds standing still as the wind blew

while witnessing lightning strike

they stand firm as the thunder swoon  

the thunder swoons

One facing left and the other right nesting in the blended CG tunes

The cloud breaks, rain falls, and they fly away

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