Before the storm
lightning and thunder
rain that stung
my face
we laughed before
the gathering dark clouds
on the narrow trail
faster our pace
down and around
the tall redwoods
and boulders
we scampered over
as the first drops
urged us on
when suddenly the dark
of the forest
awoke our primal instincts
to blinding light
then a boom that
sent us running
across the high meadow
no time to dwell
upon alpine beauty
poured the rain
but now safe
inside the Volkswagen
we burst into laughter
soaked and cold
yet now
all of a sudden
brave.
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