Last Night
:::The Calm:::
Gentle breezes floating through the window
Lulling me to sleep
The chirping of crickets
The sound of the fan softly humming
The scent of a waning summer night
This Morning
:::The Storm:::
Thunder cracking violently
Daring me to stay cowering under my covers but
Telling me to wake up now or I'm going to sleep through the best part of the day
Rain falling steadily
Giving off the fragrance that only it can create
:::And all the while I sip my coffee and tell my story:::
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