A crack and a clap of thunder
Makes you jump
Steam rolling off the cement
In tidal waves of fog
The scent of freshly washed
Leaves and pavement
Fresh in flared nostrils
The sound of the downpour
Slaps your ears with splats
Of condensation
But then the clouds rumble by
Freight train roaring
Full steam ahead
Lightening striking
So close you can smell the
Burning scorch
Of electric
And then gone in a wisp of smoke
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 5:25 PM UTC
A crack and a clap of thunder
Makes you jump
Steam rolling off the cement
In tidal waves of fog
The scent of freshly washed
Leaves and pavement
Fresh in flared nostrils
The sound of the downpour
Slaps your ears with splats
Of condensation
But then the clouds rumble by
Freight train roaring
Full steam ahead
Lightening striking
So close you can smell the
Burning scorch
Of electric
And then gone in a wisp of smoke
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