Storm approaches

I LOVE being outside as a storm approaches. The cicadas become quiet, replaced by the sounds of leaves blowing side to side, gentle rumblings of thunder, far away. The sky becomes darker, the colors vivid. The smell of faraway rain, wet ground. The air, warm, circling through the trees and down to me, my hair blowing. Sensuous storm, enveloping me, thank you.

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