Driving in a prairie storm
A master piece of moving sculpture
A bonus when one can see the road
Water pelts the windshield like hammers
Lightening sheets the sky
Living like an octopus in the sea
Stretching out across the heavens
A slender unmatched
There for a hundredth of second
Then burned into the imagination
Thuds echo and boom
Louder than a rock concert
Vibrating everything like kids toys
A reminder that a divine hand is a finger tip away
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