Monday, May 18, 2015

thunderstorms

sweet thunderstruck
sounds of virginia close to
midnight- pitch black,
white flashes of
terrifying light
interrupts my
reading as I
stare out the
window

not really scared
as much as
entertained

water crashing down
on asphalt, that
nostalgic aroma
fills my nostrils,
remembering
all heavy rain
simultaneously

the heat finally broken
with the coming
of the storm,
I sit comfortably
writing this,
taking down
another
memory

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