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A castle so high
Whence ice-arrows fly
Anvil-topped gloom
Resounding doth boom
Airs jostle and shove
Strike flame from above
Oh curtain of grey
Tease from far away
Or pelter and pound
Dash drops to the ground
The land demands more
Breathes out petrichor
Purveyor of dust
In furious gust
The desert's life-blood
In dearth or in flood.
I break like a dam:
You know who I am
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A Thunderstorm