Thundering, Heavens clap
In might and strange call
We tremble, we watch
The crystal drops fall
Freezing winds flush about
The rain falls, uncaring The Heavens light, thunders nephew
Show his face, now and then
Sending chills down our spines
Everyone clasping their cheeks
Some minding not the dripping saliva
All waiting and watching With some enjoying the cold
Dreading the fearsome duo; the lightning and his
nephew
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