This is about a dying thunderstorm.
Cumulus vapor punches into the blackness
Soaring for the surface, awaiting its first breath
A static charge builds in anticipation
But the innocent saphire strengthens its grasp
And the newborn heartbeat is silenced
Dying energy pours to the earth
And collects in muddy puddles
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