Summer of Thunder

A storm is going outside. The raindrops started lightly and now they're pounding erratically on the garden. Lightning illuminates the room, thunder claps loudly and the raindrops soften. A break. This has been the summer of thunder tumbling through the clouds, the summer of the smell of fresh rain. Of rapid, sky separating lightning. And the raindrops pick up again and the thunder claps once more. It's all happening in succession. It's release yet it fuels more of the same.