Thursday, September 30, 2004
Early morning storm
I was awakened this morning at a little after five by a crash of thunder that rattled my window and threatened to shake me out of bed. It seemed to go on forever, as if the lightning had stretched and crackled for miles, and so too must the thunder. When the rumbling finally died away, all that was left was the soft patter of rain.
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