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Marylou Narducci Jan 2013
In the distance I can hear the rumbling of thunder from the impending storm.
The leaves on the trees have all turned to face the sky in hopes of a much needed drink.
Wind blows around me and I want to dance.
Arms outstretched, I twirl... The wind is my dance partner.
The thunder gets closer
Lightning streaks through the sky.
The dark clouds overhead now... Begin to pelt the earth with their being.
Giving of themselves, for the betterment of the Earth.

I dance.

— The End —