#212

Mid-July

Sitting, listening, watching energy falling. Petrichor dancing through the nasal cavities.

Loud claps of light echoing through the vastness of sky. *CRACKLE-CRASH* light claps again. 

Gravity pulled droplets, an army amassed. Silence now but for pitter patter.

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