"A second or two before"

Lovely day for a stroll in the storm. . .

With multicolored rain drops warm,

A chilly brush of breeze on my skin,

Brings excitement as fast as the lightening,

As intense as the thunder,

There’s a certain hunger

That I get whenever I see those slate clouds,

And smell the sweet electricity and

The spicy earth.

I love it, I live for the first thunderstorm of spring.

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