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[mislead_insight]

i love

i love the swell of the wind before the storm

the tingle on and under my skin

the release of adrenaline
programmed to be triggered by that
first
big
strike-

-the pressures' lips smack, as the two fronts kiss

Gaea's breath teases the leaves

the rhythmic water enters the ground

until the thunder smacks
one
last
time

the rain's flow slows

and the remnants of Gaea's breath
whisper its secrets to the darkness