Oh, poetry!!

Tempest

A great tempest distracts me

I was afraid of it when a child

The warn and motionless air

Beneath the clouds paralyzes me

As a light appear in flash

Cutting the sky, revealing a thunderbolt

Thus relief comes with sound, knowing it was far away from my home

Rain-wash, takes thoughts of the brain

Still, man contemplates this force

The nature gaze its creation

Giving smelly life to the land

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PS: Meu primeiro texto em inglês aqui. Muito tempo que não escrevia nessa língua; me veio esse poema em inglês mesmo e, sem demora, o escrevi.