That one thunderbolt last night shook the entire building, and from my dream I jumped - believing a bomb had gone off - the alarms outside ringing through the night streets. The air was so still, yet so electric, the negative ions making the air dense and heavy, and at the same time, static, looking for a way out. But there was no rain, and only one arc of lightening crossed the sky, so distant. I lay in my bed, heart pounding, listening for the next whip-crack Then slowly drifting back into black.
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