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Storm clouds tease. Lighting and thunder, heavy winds but without the promised rain. Will they release their burden? Or carry it on to other places?
Ah there it is. The gentle wash to begin. Then the downpour wind lashing the rain against the windows. Whipping the trees into a frenzy. The sky lit up into frightening colors. The house rumbles, light fixtures shake, window panes rattle. The world speaks. Even when we are gone, she will still be here, there will still be storms.
The ground inhales, expands itself to hold its prize. Blessed moisture gone too long. The true elixir of life.
Ah there it is. The gentle wash to begin. Then the downpour wind lashing the rain against the windows. Whipping the trees into a frenzy. The sky lit up into frightening colors. The house rumbles, light fixtures shake, window panes rattle. The world speaks. Even when we are gone, she will still be here, there will still be storms.
The ground inhales, expands itself to hold its prize. Blessed moisture gone too long. The true elixir of life.