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I live on the gulf coast of Florida. And it’s summertime. So that means thunderstorms most every day. When we moved away from Florida for a few years, I found that the storms were what I missed the most.
Big billowy dark clouds roll in and are gone just as fast. And the thunder literally shakes the walls and windows. I happened to be sitting out under my awning the other afternoon reading a book when a huge clap sounded overhead. I felt the book ripple in my hands it was so loud. And I loved it.
**While writing this poem, I learned something new (another perk of writing). Wispy cirrus clouds are also called Mare’s Tails because they resemble a horse’s tail. And these types of clouds paired with patchy cirrocumulus clouds can mean that rain in on the way (source). I thought that it made for a cool image.**