The Summer Storm - #NaBloPoMo

The Summer Storm

As the low rumbles increased to a roar, I awoke. My bed faced me towards the large bay window. I normally had no need of curtains – the light pollution of the city didn’t follow me to this (usually) quiet part of the country. The darkness outside my window enveloped the house.  The cacophony that Read More

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