The distant rumble is a cat’s purruntil, summoned by lightning, it crosses space and clouds collide, resonatinglike heavy metal. It’s a nursery rhyme: I hear thunder;hark don’t you? Thunder is an echo with no contentuntil clouds break and rain falls. It’s the growl of a bass drumbefore the pitter-patter percussion of raindrops. Thunder is gunmetal […]
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