Pitter patter turning to a storm, a rush of water to a flood. Clearing, canceling out the summer dust and air.
Thunder waking up the world, raging, electrifying and energising. Not calming in the least.
Outside looks like the sky's hung a huge disco ball.
Downpour lashing at the window panes, it's better indoors.
Faster, more intense, gushing mercilessly, with no end in sight. Weather I feel your pain, your plight.
Now a shower, then a trickle, moving on, disco ball still flashing, lighting up the neighbourhood.
Moving on, going back to sleep.
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