A rumble announces its presence,
all of nature hurrying to get under cover.
With a flash one such is gone,
those underneath it forced to move on.
With the sound of thunder comes another welcoming sound,
the sound of a deluge, a cleaning of the slate.
This is nature's way of cleaning house,
a way to wash away the grime of winter.
I find it a way of relaxing,
to stand out in it and allow everything to wash away.
Call me childish but I do not care,
I can stand out here the entire storm,
and I will still have those memories left over.
'People rushing around fail to take in this momentous glory,'
I think to myself as the light refracts around me.
For they are still rushing to get somewhere,
not wanting to take in this beauty.
But only a few of us will understand,
that this is a way for us to come clean.
all of nature hurrying to get under cover.
With a flash one such is gone,
those underneath it forced to move on.
With the sound of thunder comes another welcoming sound,
the sound of a deluge, a cleaning of the slate.
This is nature's way of cleaning house,
a way to wash away the grime of winter.
I find it a way of relaxing,
to stand out in it and allow everything to wash away.
Call me childish but I do not care,
I can stand out here the entire storm,
and I will still have those memories left over.
'People rushing around fail to take in this momentous glory,'
I think to myself as the light refracts around me.
For they are still rushing to get somewhere,
not wanting to take in this beauty.
But only a few of us will understand,
that this is a way for us to come clean.
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