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3 am thunderstorms, its not the sudden
pop or booming threat overhead, but a slow constant tremor that feels
like its miles away. An audible tremor of discontent that mirrors own
heart. Not a wracking explosion that you wait for wide eyed with surprise
and anticipation, but rather just enough presence to keep you awake ...at
night wondering if that doom is coming at you or leaving you behind

-Chet Felkins