I.
Thunder claps—
cracking earth and sky.

Excitement.

A tree limb blazes—
violence in light,
consuming my eyes.

II.
Rain beats the dust down,
cleansing static sounds,

currents of new energy.

Nature—
washing dishes,
hands,
faces.

III.
Darkness clouds the sky.

Coal-smoldered creases of light.

Dressed in black,
cloaked in night—

whispers of smoke,
charred wood scenting the air.

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