each morn thunder rumbles across the bay
with teen conceit I awake
thinking somehow my inner turmoil
has conjured up the storm
***
light of day July sun
has driven clouds away
shimmering water and joyous shouts of children
enjoying this afternoon at the beach
***
summer night sets in
I toss in hot sheets
mind racing but not outpacing the heat
waiting for the storm to come
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I'm trying to sleep and my mind starts racing. May as well
get up!