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Thick droplets beat against the thin steel awning
rhythmically roused from pliant placidity, as
thunder burst angrily in the distance, unafraid
to intimately interrupt the till-recent tranquil night.
Heavy air lingered and sank against our heated flesh,
beneath awning pelted by percussive precipitation as
beads of sweat mixed with beads of sudden downpour
and slivers of silver white light swirled in puddles
pooling on cracked cement around our feet.
Dripping like dogs caught in a salacious summer squall,
pressed and arched and knotted and bound, we were
suspended in humidity’s suspense, still and steaming,
caught off guard by the startling summer storm.
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life with interest 