Inspired
When the dark clouds of a thunderstorm
appear on the horizon
I take a front row seat.
I watch as the sky is being filled
with black clouds that shimmer with lightning.
A slow, deep rumble of thunder fills the air.
The color of dark green tree tops
pressed against a dark sky is a beautiful scene.
A slow wind begins to blow,
almost smearing the colors of the trees into the clouds.
A sudden boom of thunder explodes from the sky.
A warning of the rain to come.
The rain begins to fall.
At first it's only a mere sprinkle,
but as the wind picks up it pours.
Steam rises from the heated asphalt.
The rain cools the earth,
releasing the aroma of moist dirt.
As the storm is coming to an end,
I find myself inspired.
I want to write.
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