Lightning Never Strikes Twice
The distant rumble, the sudden deluge, the crescendo of sound, the flash of light, the explosive energy — it never gets old. I became an amateur storm chaser about two years ago. My wife, Cindy suggested it. Sort of. She said, "Alex, you know this cancer is killing me. I've come to terms with that, but you're smothering me. Go join a band, write a book, or become a storm chaser, for all I care. I love you, but you need a hobby."
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Here I am wanting a cookie now haha <3
Sounds so delicious and cosy, I'd love to try some of these treats😄💗
Ohhh the way you describe it, makes me crave it. Yummy 😋! Perfect haiku.
Yum!!!!! I want some, great job, I can smell them. 💓
Omgggg, I need those in my mouth right nowwww hehehehehe. Loved your Haiku!
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What a perfect haiku for the sugar cookie my favorite or any flavor. Good job.
A delicious Haiku!