watching storms
The lightning strikesflashes light across the sky.
Opens my eyes, flickering
in portions, then comes with sound.
As thunder rolls
the sound unfolds, rumbling
slowly towards me, like waves
of a tumultuous sea, untame,
unceasing are my thoughts.
The rain pours down. Falls heavily
on cold ground, like a liquid
curtain covering the view, washing
all it touches.
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