Thunder
I can sense it.
That low rumble, the humidity, a flash of light in the far distance.
It is perfect.
Now it is upon us— great loads of rain dumped upon my shoulders…
I love it. I live for it.
I hear a crack of thunder and light flickers around me. I was almost hit. But I love being wreathed in lightning.
I throw back my head as cascades of rain patter down onto my face, laugh, and I feel alive.
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