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I remember thunderheads forming over Lake Michigan, when I was a child, and later, one summer, when I stayed alone at my grandfather's farm on the edge of the lake near Sheboygan. I remember...watching rainsqualls beating on the lake and the towering forms, black to me now, containing fantastic power, lightening flashes, crash and roll of thunder, wisps of rain against the screen. The power within the thunderheads, light, cloud, lake sky, beating and throbbing, waves pounding on the shore, sky mystery endless - I wanted to be sucked up into it and be part of its power.
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