Late Autumn Thunderstorm
2003-11-05 - 2:08 a.m.

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Late Autumn thunderstorms are so lovely. 

Golden hued leaves, pile up behind the house.

Scarlet and orange

bursting into color

on my neighbor's lawn.

And the air smells clean, real

devoid of the eerie plastic taste and feel

of the modern day,

just the hint of drying, dying leaves

and earthy freshness, clean from the rain,

as the sky rattles, and lightning flashes,

and I think of the simple boons in life,

wondering how, when this simple

building block, so essential to life,

found rarely anywhere,

falls in large amounts,

free from the sky,

now tainted in the name of progress,

how did we screw it all up.

I take a breath of fresh

Late Autumn Thunderstorm Air,

and try not to think about it.