There's nothing here today. Everything I've tried to write has finally been put away into my private folder. It's not fit to share, nor do I feel a need to share it.
I'm thinking of violent storms, with thunderous explosions of sound and flashes of light bursting from low, dark, sinister, murderous clouds that twist and turn and erupt into fiendish, shrieking winds.
I want to see such a storm tonight. I want to feel its fury as its cracks of thunder shake the earth.
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