I can feel it in the air, that pre-storm tension. So, I stand, face upturned, waiting for the storm to break.
It starts as a low rolling rumble that builds to a vibrating boom. My smile spreads as fat drops of rain pelt me. Lightning cracks, and the thunderstorm is in full bloom.
I wrote this post in response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, a fifty-three-word limit using the word thunderstorm.
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From a gentle start to a roaring crescendo! Wonderfully descriptive.
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Thank you, Keith.
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You have a way with words!
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Thank you, Maria.
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oh my gosh i too love standing in a storm… beautiful response to the prompt
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Tahnk you.
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There just happen to be a lot of thunderstorms hitting the US. When I was a kid I used to sit on the front porch and watch the storm.
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I love watching storms. I used to do the same, and if I couldn’t watch from outside, I would find a window.
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