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Thunderstorms

Thunderstorms,
My favorite things.
I sit on the porch with a cold treat.
Wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, warm
And watching the sky light up.
Thunder echoes through the air, a grin creeping
Across my face.
Darkness all around,
The stars are hidden behind the dark clouds.
If I look fast enough, I will see the bright streaks
Race across the sky.
Raindrops dance as they hit the ground,
Drops tickle my toes.
As the night sneaks up on me,
I only close my eyes and smell in the wonderful smell.
The smell of fresh liquid pouring from the sky.

Thunderstorms Lulu Priede
Lulu Priede, 11
Minneapolis, Minnesota