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Rain

But not the rain

The thunder and lightning before the rain

Hearing the rumbles of an approaching storm

Lightning streaking the sky

Beautiful bolts

So mesmerizing so hypnotizing

I'm pressed up against the window

And that smell

The smell that triggers a memory

At the edge of my mind

The tip of my tounge

It's just out of reach

No matter what I can't look away

And I don't

I don't until the rain comes pouring in

Until I have to reluctantly shut the window

Shutting out that beautiful danger

Even then I keep my shade up

In a trance of wonder