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I love these summer storms.

Lightening. A flashback, me and father looking behind the water wall, spitting cherries at the stars.

Thunders. A memory of me being on a plane, staring at the clouds that looked like disco balls pushed by some turbulence.

Rain. A deep breath of the evening rain.

Passionate, aggressive, hot, scary, and out of control.

I love these summer storms.

Clean this dirt from people’s souls.

 

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