LIGHTNING

It's the silence,
Right before the sky roars,
And lightning strikes,
Before wind claws at the walls,
leaving behind thick heavy air,
Before the sky lets loose,
The hell of a tornado,
Before the ocean's wrath,
While it Devours and takes.
But it's the silence after,
That aches the most,
Leaving behind shaking hands,
Of trembling fear.
(Stormy Quinn Concoby)

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Subject	∅ 27mm (1,06“), Aquarell
Paper	300g Water Color Paper
Dimensions	20 × 20 cm

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