Announcing the arrival of a soaking storm, an eerie breeze plows through the tops of the pines.A scramble from the pool ensues as ancient thunder blows the clouds onward to victory. A mystical sense of awe sweeps over me. A sense of fear, of melancholy, of amazement, and of peace. The Creator's spirit gusts into me like the bellowing sheets of lukewarm wind. What will this storm do? It could water the plants; it could devastate the land.
But the sense of peace and fear the rolls in with the clouds is unmistakeably... indescribable.
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