Contest Ceraunophilia sponsor Craig Cornish 7/1/26
I feel a cold rush of wind against my skin as dark clouds cascade across the sky saturating my eyes with an ominous promise of what's to come light flashes in the distance a deep resounding sound rolls toward me in a loud gathering force I am immersed in the oncoming storm and its powerful unforgiving nature churning the blood in my veins binding me to nature's violent vibrancy I'm no guest cowering in fear, rather a participant in its reality about to break open above the earth with a burst of energy I breathe in the scene of visual sensations and dream of being windborne with the clouds finding unity with this tempest draping the world in a rumbling atmospheric darkness
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