March 23, 2019 Poem

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I like thunder storms.
The constant pitter-patter on the roof to remind you of the shelter you are so blessed to have.
The rumbling in the clouds to remind you of the vast world around you.
The strikes of lightning that light the sky to remind you that there is indeed light in the darkness.
And the puddles that layer the grass and soak the dirt.
You know that afterwards life will spring up and shake off the mud and drink from the puddles.
Everything is useful, everything has a purpose, and everything needs a little thunder storm.
LOL :}

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Since then, after that one trip where we were driving to a hiking trail and it was storming I had a funny thought and now I laugh every time I hear thunder. I just think: "He he, sexy thunder" XD WHYYYYYY?!?!????!?!?!!!

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