I wrote this after we had spent the evening before in a horrendous thunderstorm.
I knew
the window
would be
partially open,
even though
the thunder
was beginning
to roll,
and lightening
was flashing
its pictures
for an
album that
only a few
would be
privileged
to see.
After a
winter of
stale air,
and an
odor of
lost socks,
the incoming
raindrops would
be welcomed
with the
fresh air.
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