it's storming outside-
and i love it.
the sound,
the smell,
the touch of it against my skin-
the lightening is
like the clouds parted
too much and accidently let a
stream of light peek through from
a place a bit like
heaven.
the thunder is like music-
so strong,
so powerful-
an eccentric spell of
momentous ecstasy.
i love it,
i live it,
i feel it.
i KNOW it.
i know it as if
it were my other half.
each drop is so familiar,
each puddle is a
melted memory.
each rainstorm weaves
another piece of me.
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