There is a hushed stillness
Right before the rain comes
The trees stretch
The grass listens
A crystalline clarity sharpens
Intensified in electric greens
Pressed against a boiling mountain
Of gunmetal clouds
Swiftly closing over the azure sky
In the distance a jagged silver sliver
Slashes through the moving gray curtain
Around me the air becomes lush
I am rushed
By smells of earth and dust
Pushed ahead of the marching wall of water.
Then……it is here!!
I soar in gladness as the cool drops strike my face
And like the parched clay my fever pulses away
And I am at one with the storm.
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