Thunderstorm
A bright flash of light draws my attention to the window,
The sky is growing dark, a greyish-blue blanket of clouds,
And the thunder that followed the lightning vibrates the windowpanes.
I turn and rest my head near the windowsill,
Feeling the cool breeze that precedes storms curl around my face.
Leaves on trees quiver with wind, shivering as if from the sudden
temperature change.
A slight tapping of water droplets on leaves, pavement, and the roof,
Growing to a perisistent drumming, until the air is filled with lines of
water
And everything around me seems to roar and hiss.
I observe as everything takes on a glossy sheen,
And colors are subdued in the greyish light.
Then, I lay on my bed and watch the rain fall,
And I am slowly calmed and lulled.
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