The evening sky goes gray, the smell of a summer storm hanging in the air

the trees ripple in a wind pregnant with humidity

night overwhelms evening, wrapping us in a blanket of darkness

and the smell of ozone scorching

ragged rips of lighting tear apart the black night

Listen! Hear the sky cracking apart

Look! See the brilliant booming blooms of light

The rain pounds down upon the parched earth,

steaming and misting, drifting with the gusts

I laugh and clap my hands

as the storm bangs on and on


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