It’s finally rolling in. . .

Rolling in so secretively,

A saturated wall of dark moisture looms in the distance.

I can feel the cool wind blow the hair off of my face.

I can smell the electricity and it starts to excite me!

The sun sets behind the wall cloud.

Lightening stikes!

Electric pink outline the mountainous cloud,

It shakes my ribs together.

It bleeds out heavy raindrops,

So cold and substantial.

The wind whips my hair!

The electricity strikes closer,

Such a restrained fury!

Darkness consumes me.

Deep tones fill the air.

What music!

I am frightened and intrigued. . .

Finally the storm I have been waiting for has come to fruition.

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