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I love a good storm.
Snap, crackle, pop !
Lightening…
then count
count the seconds
till  the thunder…
each second a mile
it is said.
Then comes the day
you hear the thunder,
see lightening arrive
at the same time.
You duck,
as if THAT would do
any good,
and look to see if
the smoke you smell
is your hair
or  your house.
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I love a good storm,
hoping the thunder
stays in the distance,
and the lightening
is just a light show
over the mountains.
Time and perception
changes everything.
 

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Jenny Matlock

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