After Long Drought

Thunder rolls and rumbles down the mountain; splinters of lightning stab the eastern sky. I stand at midnight, held by nature's fireworks, letting no glorious moment pass me by. Morning will come with rain, and I shall hear it from warmth of bed and dreams in rhythmic tune. Thunder and lightning now upon the mountain promise the thirsty earth below: rain, soon.

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