The Thunder Rose
The storm came in off the Delta like a wall of water and fury, and I was ten years old and standing in the doorway of our cotton barn, watching it eat the world. The lightning didn't come from the clouds. It came from the earth. A blue streak, thick as my arm, rising up from the cotton field like something waking from a long sleep. It struck the barn with a sound that I felt more than heard --...
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