Random musings about weather…

The crack of thunder breaks the silence. Rumbling across the atmosphere it shakes the earth with its grumpiness. The soft pelt of rain falls upon the earth, the promise of renewal is birthed in each drop. Thus, begins life anew.

Spring is some time off, the winter air is nowhere to be found. The promise of an early spring is a faux dream that will fail to be realized. It is a cruel game that is played upon us each year.

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