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The Gift.
The rumbling
In my chest and feet.
Dark green against dark gray.
Cloud and tree line meet.
Chilly breeze.
Swaying trees.
A shiver
Down my spine.
Anticipation.
Blinding flash.
Deafening crash.
Spray on my face.
Clean.
Refreshed.
Many things anew.
I love it when it rains.
Jeff Gaines
August 30, 2001
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