{Wrote this last night at about 11:45...just now getting around to postin it on this blog}
It's nights like these...
The low rumble of thunder off in the south
The never-ending song of the whippoorwill & crickets
The fireflies lighting up the complete blackness of a moonless night
The squeak of a fan that sets in my window, sucking in the cool mid-May air
The smell of the rain drenched trees and grasses
The peacefulness of it all
That are burned into my heart; that I'll remember all my life...it's hard to explain how it is out here after a thunder storm, but it's wonderfully beautiful in it's hard to explain entirety.....
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