As I sit here, staring at the calm before the storm,

I contemplate the thoughts racing through my mind.




Waiting for the thunder to come crashing through.

Waiting for the lightening to split the sky.

Watching the wind roar through the trees.

Watching the clouds roll on through.4

A cacophony of events leading up to each and every storm that rolls this way.

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