Monsoon (a poem)

I wrote this from the perspective of who I am now, looking back on myself at 7 years old. :) I have this beautiful memory of living in Arizona & staying up at night to enjoy the summer storms. I loved watching the lightning & listening to the crickets or grasshoppers (I know they aren't the same thing but I'm not sure which it was) making their beautiful sounds & the smell of wet asphalt. Just reminds me of a time where I was innocent & free, not trying to get anything or go anywhere -- just BEING.

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