Peaceful serenity of a stormy night, mountains
up against a cloudy nighttime sky, stretching
themselves in windy gusts, blowing everything
around.
Beautiful flowers getting bumped against the
ground with no warning, bruising their little
petal arms.
Nature doing it's best to weather beginnings
of summer before it actually arrives.
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