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the monsoon is here


i went out and sat on my truck under the anvil of the storm, feeling the outflow buffet me and shake the truck. the sky was bronze with two rainbows in advance of the coming moisture. i breathed in the smell of the advancing rain and breathed out the tired dust of the last several months. then it came. sharp pinpricks, lusciously painful, as the first drops were driven into my parched face. i closed my eyes and leaned back, soaking in rejuvenation like the desert i am so bonded to. i moved only with the violent gusts of wind as i was drenched through and through. lightning struck right behind me with an immediate crash and i rejoiced. the joy of being alive coursed through my veins.

i am reborn
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