From that impressive nudge, thunder explodes; the dreaded abundance bounces like an earthquake underneath the blackened vessel; the cloud’s throat opens like an apocalyptic snake, shaking the mountains, rolling down the precipice with stormy sparks, hearing the echoes’ reply with a quiver.
From the thunder comes the lightning, scarring what it finds in its way with furious longing; the wind escapes nervously through the plain, the rain turns into stone, the earth feels muffled and the man, in fright, makes the sign of the cross and prays – Rosinyol

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