Lightning Never Strikes Twice
The distant rumble, the sudden deluge, the crescendo of sound, the flash of light, the explosive energy — it never gets old. I became an amateur storm chaser about two years ago. My wife, Cindy suggested it. Sort of. She said, "Alex, you know this cancer is killing me. I've come to terms with that, but you're smothering me. Go join a band, write a book, or become a storm chaser, for all I care. I love you, but you need a hobby."
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Seeing if you had any new pieces out and this popped up in my search. 😁 Nice work!
I love this. I have pondered long on the line between sky and land, but not as much sky and sea. A much more ethereal concept, I think. Beautiful haiku!