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That kind of thunder

When you feel it rattling in your bones

When you sense its sound waves crashing on your horizon –

That makes your ears pop and ring until the next crack

That makes you instinctively shudder –

Where you cannot count until the gunshot’s arrival

Where your heart stops and the rhythms do not interfere.


Written in August 2018: The weather has long fascinated me; while I used to cry during thunderstorms I now sigh with excitement at each flash and crack. I wrote this poem today when the sky was making more noise and shedding water more fervently than I had ever heard or seen.

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