it's a smell so peculiar,
so distinct.
a flash of light to illuminate the sky,
followed by a loud, ominous rumble.
the dark sky foretells what is to come,
it starts slowly, falling gently.
another flash of light; a loud crack,
it falls harder, in a blinding wall.
a puddle has formed,
days from now it will be filled with tiny tadpoles.
full of life.
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