The sky looks fierce. Everything is the perfect hue...saturated, vivid...all the lilac trees I can see through this window...varying shades of gorgeous. Wicked, wicked dark clouds overhead and I'm just waiting, watching. We are starved for rain. Every flower, every blade of grass, my own dry skin all pining for a fresh drink.
Come on thunder, come on thunder...
(this line of a song running through my head all day long as the colors of the sky dance between blue and charcoal, blue and charcoal...tense and so romantic).
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