A roll of thunder
A drum roll of sound
The wind stirs up, then dies down
The desert rain is coming
Tage brush and rocks, cool and wet
Smaller raindrops, then the large
Raindrops growing, pulse getting high
Tempo increases, the storms on the verge
Lightening flashes, explosions in the sky
A wild enjoyment of an ever darkening world
The subtle beauty of an ever changing scene
Larger drops falling slowly at first
A slow tempo begins
Now the clouds burst
A symphony of sound
The winds ever changing
Thunders like the clash of cymbals
The pulse gets slower and slower
Murmuring a memory of its former night
Only memories remain, but the scent still lingers
A quiet silence, and all becomes still..
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