Lightning and thunder

Flashes of lightning bolt rise through the forlorn skies,
Signaling incessant rains and mud slides,
Houses are destroyed in its wake,
And people are swept away in all their pains,
In a scene of utter chaos and destruction,
There seems no hopes for a future,
Yet the streak of blue behind the grey,
Seems like a nemesis of change,
Portending a vision for the future,
Simple and true in nature,
As lands slowly emerge from the legions of past plagues,
And smiles wash over the agony and pain,
Seeing a posture full of joy and vigor,
Sensing that life has just begun,
After this metastais of lightning and thunder.

Here’s a cleaner version of your poem, focusing on tightening the language and enhancing the flow while maintaining the vivid imagery and themes of destruction and renewal:

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**After the Storm**

Flashes of lightning tear through the forlorn skies,  

Heralding incessant rains and mudslides.  

Houses are destroyed in their wake,  

And people swept away in their pain.  

In a scene of utter chaos and destruction,  

Hope for the future seems lost.  

Yet a streak of blue behind the grey  

Whispers of change, a subtle foe,  

Portending a vision for what’s to come—  

Simple, true, and full of nature's grace.  

As lands emerge from the legacy of past plagues,  

Smiles slowly wash over the agony and pain.  

A posture full of joy and vigor,  

Life begins anew,  

After the metastasis of lightning and thunder.  

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This version keeps the original imagery of chaos and renewal but streamlines the language for clarity and impact. The final lines now offer a more concise reflection on rebirth after destruction. Let me know your thoughts!