Inspiration

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The weather radio has been blaring incessantly for the last hour.  The wind against the windows sounds like a hard rain.  I venture to the back porch and gawk at the clouds curling above me, black as sin.  I check to make sure none of my neighbors are watching, then lift my hands, throw back my head, and imagine I command the storm.  When the lightning flashes bright enough for me to see the blaze behind closed eyelids, I almost believe it.

It’s time to write.

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