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Thunderstorm
A filthy curtain falls over the town on a performance by an empty stage; night falls in rage before the sun is down. Through lifeless windows shines a yellow sky; a wife in black goes through the windless air in fright, stares back, and there is nothing there. Lightning must strike, and soon a man must die, a child will cry, a struggling butterfly will be rained down into the gutter, and some go muttering and wondering why. Again unharmed as lightning went astray they must taste rain for danger, and unarmed hear thunder's anger wasted far away.