Monday, July 17, 2017

Monsoon

Thunder and rain roll viciously down the mountains and into the valley,
A thirst quenched.

Winds violently groping the trees,
The concrete buildings,
And now my bare skin.

Raindrops, big and oversaturated
Drenching me
Drenching the cracked and parched ground.
Exciting it.

A pure dark night sky,
Lit up.
Patterns and electricity seer delicate images in my mind.

Cradled by the monsoon.
My new addiction.

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