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Rainclouds coming down to caress the smoke rising from piles burning garbage. Vibrant green grass thrusting from red clay earth. Birds soon to be a Memory, like the crickets and bullfrogs that lulled me to sleep last night.  That lovely cool breeze that happens only when The Rain is coming.  The Excitement in the air thickens as thunder rumbles in the distance. 

Something inside me becomes Wild, like some untamed beast that would rise up out of my body to soar along the wind amid the lightning and thunder. I feel like it could absorb all the electricity in the air and do anything it Dreams of.  It could become one with the swiftly moving African Sky and maybe I would never know the Difference.  And what difference would it make, if I were to fall to earth again and come up a blade of grass?