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."
Comments (5)
I cannot function without coffee either! Cappucino's my favourite!
Coffee is the love of my life. Loved your Haiku!
Cosy and comfortable, a beautiful Haiku about coffee Daphne!✨💗
Sounds perfect to me with a little flavored creamer just a touch. Good job.
This has such a comforting feel about it.