Crimson claws tear up the clouds
Orange and yellow spiders weave their webs
Within Heaven's pure and mellow gift
Raucous thunder rages
Bringing the Hells down upon the earth,
With a fury only nature can possess
A sickening crack deafens our ears
As a glorious branch of lightning descends
Striking a single, lonely, tree
Now burnt and broken
But the fickle Rain does not venture to stain the mountains
Nor tatter the lush and gentle leaves
It only watches
A gorgeous, simple, Sunset Storm
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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o, such beauty in this descriptive write
"crimson claws tear up the clouds
orange and yellow spiders weave their webs..."
i've seen storms like this, here in texas
what an incredible opening sequence! *applause* this one's going into my library, it's absolutely GORGEOUS, this write
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)