Storm

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The crackling sound of thunder and lightning casting a bright light in the dark night sky.

The anger and pain of God reflected in the roar of thunder.

The dark night sky glowing like heaven's light.

The storm approaching dangerously like a silent hunter coming for its prey.

Ravaging everything on its way, I stared at the epitome of destruction being cast onto earth.

The storm destroying and consuming everything endlessly.

Yet there was beauty in its destruction with the way the bright sky lit up while the symphony of the wind was heard.

It was a beautiful spectacle being delivered in front of my eyes and I consumed every ounce of peace it offered me.

A small smile tugging at the corners of my lips at the sight of the raging storm

A true proof of the wrath of God. A proof that God is very well with me and justice will be offered.

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