THUNDERSTORMS

Thunderstorms..
The tribal dance of the Gods.
Raw, Intense,
With a rhythm infinitely old.
Dark, broken by flashes of lightning,
Illuminating their faces
Dripping with sweat.
Their eyes pouring wisdom
older than humanity.
Their lips singing songs
Of souls lost in the mist.

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