Thunderstorm in August

The thunder shakes the windows
Beckoning me out into the storm.
Rain splatters against my skin.
The tears of the clouds land in my hair
And trail down to my neck.
The clouds are white
With barely a tinge of gray.
Blue skies on all sides
Except for above.
Thunder roars, commanding the rain
To grow fatter.
The drops fall into the water
Shining as diamonds.
Ripples cascading
All along the surface
Overlapping and hugging the others.
My shirt clings to me while I
Study the splatter
Designs the rain
Leaves on my skin.
I am silent, content to listen.
The storm subsides
As quietly as it began.
The rain lessens
The thunder becomes reserved.
I am in awe of this graceful beauty.

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