Lightning Strike

The cold grey clouds moved in, chilling my skin.  The wind was picking up.  A Kansas storm front had arrived.  The sun was now blotted out, causing the world to change colors.  Silent spring blue skies and white puffy clouds had become a swirling sea of steel blues with rumbles of anger in the distance.  Lightning danced as the storm rolled in.

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