Ah, but what a sweet moment
it is to breath deeply of
the delicious smell of damp earth as
the rain patters down gently onto the
heated, leafy ground.
There may be the occasional flash
of lightning bright, so far away.
But a moment later the growl
of thunder shall reach anticipating
ears. Rolling like the rich accent
on a foreign tongue.
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