'Neath a concrete overhang,
upon a July day,
I found the opportunity
to enjoy a phenomenon of beauty
With waving leaves,
the wind on my face,
refreshingly cool rain spray;
a vivacious tropical storm came
With fine epiphanies of lightning,
this development fabulous, exciting;
exposed as I was without fright,
I knew the occurrence to be a good sign.
I felt the spirit of John Muir;
exhilarated by a storm.
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