The storm hung above the city, stalled in windless skies
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1 min readMay 1, 2017
I awoke at 5:30 this morning, curled fully-clothed upon the bed. The world murmured with rain outside my window, thunder tumbled slowly in. It drew me out into the cradle of a still, warm night. The storm hung above the city, stalled in windless skies. Water poured down straight. I leaned beneath the doorway’s narrow edge, soothed by the rain’s whisper to thunder’s rolling rage. The heavens resounded then flashed, seconds apart, striking each minute like the recurrent waves of the sea.
