Tickle The Clouds (day 368)

Giant arching thunder beasts
Tickle the clouds up high
Flashing their brilliance
Only for the teasing sun
Their spin is never ending
No beginning or an end
They make life more bearable
Electricity sent through their wings
Perhaps the morrow will thank us
For bringing health to her door
Perhaps the clouds will anger
At their nemesis forever more

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