Thunder rolling across the neighborwood
God’s bowling…my Gram used to tell me when I was little
As she held my hand tightly
Knowing it scared me.
There’s a different rhythm to rain and storms in the deep Summer South.
The kind of rain you can watch from the porch as you rock
Or make love to as the steam rises from the ground.
Heat hangs from the Willows and the Magnolias…plays through the Pines…
And the passion of the rain and thunder reminds us that Nature knows how to bring us a sensual afternoon.
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