I love how a thunderstorm changes the world outside my window. The mysterious world that appears with a cloudy overcast. The trees darken, damp with rain. The grass bright, deep green, living, breathing. A rare new song is sung, a new drum beats. The thunder keeps the rhythm. The rain sings the harmony. The lightning, with its stunning entrance, sing the solo, always in the spotlight. A new life is breathed into mother earth as the storm rolls on.
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