A Lack Thereof
The sirens called me outside to play. There awaited a beautiful mess of spring. I laughed and dodged lightning bolts; I did my best to catch bits of rain on my tongue. I’ve experienced a hundred of these storms, watched half of them, danced in a quarter of them; but today it felt new. How I’ve missed the smell before rain and the touch of wind, the sight of a lightning rod. If only it could storm everyday, Mt.Vernon might be worth my while.posted by Melissa at
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