The rumbling
in my chest and feet.
Dark green against dark gray.
Cloud and tree line meet.
Chilly breeze.
Swaying trees.
A shiver
Down my spine.
Anticipation.
Blinding flash.
Deafening crash.
Spray on my face.
Clean.
Refreshed.
Many things anew.
I love it when it rains.
~August 30, 2001
Growing up on the coast of West-Central Florida, watching an approaching storm is a near-daily occurrence!