ThunderStorm Part 1: The City

Washington, D.C.

The hazy tension and electricity of apprehension and anticipation – when will be the breaking moment of eruption when the skies spill? A heavy weight mounting.

The clouds have gathered, brought by high and quiet winds that provide no breeze of relief until the last moment before the unleashing.

Hurried people gazing overhead for the moment the humidity will break at 100% and the hot and heavy rips open and spills forth in relief and a sigh and a sly smirk.

The wet pricks slap your face and the skies drain down on your neck and face what it’s been holding in and saving up for days, weeks, many dry months? The day is finally baptized. Grey, whitecapped pouring waves rushing, flushing the system.


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