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The next day do a storm began. The sky blazed in a branched lightning. It seemed as if the unseen fisherman spread a shining net, trying to catch as many clouds. I loved to watch lightning. In them there was something mesmerizing, magical, incredibly beautiful.

I love the storm in early may
When the spring, the first thunder,
How would frolic and play,
Rumbles in the sky blue.
Peals of thunder, young,
Here the rain splattered, dust flying,
Hanging pearl rain,
And the sun gilds the threads.

Happiness, grace
To lie, to hide,
With you by my side to fill
With you Wake up!
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We slept, slept... on a Par
With love and immortality
Was given a gift in a dream,
That day - a solid effort.
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All night. Clinging to cheek cheek.
With the credulity of the bird.
And helplessness like this
Went to us the greatness.
All night in our sleep bursting thunder,
All night he waited for an answer:
What luck - sleep together
Who do we allow this?

With legkogo wind will start a big storm.

Lightning, flashing,
Blind my eyes,
But over a Cup of tea
Not terrible thunderstorm...

Lined with clubs, storm clouds, pierced by the tower spire, the sky twisted above the castle a huge black creature, scattering the white tentacles of lightning and loud rolling in the womb boulders of thunder.

I love the storm in early may: how weird, and there is no barn.