Mid-day Thunderstorm

An early morning fog curls around the mountains and blankets the fields with fresh dew.

Warm wind blows through the trees, and bright leaves flutter, then are tossed away.

Clouds rumble and clash in the sky, their war cries can be heard thundering in the air.

Rain drenches everything, making colors run into a patchwork of quilts.

A sunset as fiery as the trees pushes its way through the last of the tumbling clouds, casting blazing rays on a storm-soaked road below, and setting the wilderness-fringed hills on fire.

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