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May 2015
Feel
the raindrops roll down your face,
wrapping you in their liquid embrace.
See
the blinding lightning
the dark clouds, brightening.
Taste
the crisp water pouring from the sky
the rain, leaving nothing dry.
Hear
the roaring thunder,
filling you with wonder.
Know
that after this,
the thirsty earth will return to bliss.
Feel. See. Taste. Hear. Know.
Zane Stotts
Written by
Zane Stotts  Cherokee, TX
(Cherokee, TX)   
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