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Sep 2018
As the dark clouds roll in, covering the sky,
Rain ******* every surface below falls.
Louder and louder, harder and harder... not relenting at all.
Finally a clap of lightning joins the thunder.
My hairs on their ends on my arms,  my favorite sound... thunder.
Anka
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Anka  52/F/Chilliwack
(52/F/Chilliwack)   
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