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"Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter...
Nearer and nearer rolls the thunder-clap,
You can hear the quick heart of the tempest beat...
Look! look! that livid flash!
And instantly follows the rattling thunder,
As if some cloud-crag, split asunder,
Fell, splintering with a ruinous crash,
On the Earth, which crouches in silence under;
And now a solid gray wall of rain
Shuts off the landscape, mile by mile...."
~James Russell Lowell, "Summer Storm," 1839.
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