This Porch

Have you ever watched
The wind
Sway the branches of oak trees
In a southern springtime thunderstorm?

They sway
Back and forth
With a wind both warm and chill,
Tantalizing the emotions,
Yet calming the nerves.

I could sit on this porch for hours,
Rocking
Back and forth,
The smell of coming rain and
Fresh air.

Nothing but a man and his mind,
And peace,
And calm,
And the low rumble of thunder in the distance.

I could sit on this porch for hours.
I may just do it.

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