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Puffs of white and streaks of grey.
Flashes of yellow gold light up your eyes.
The rumbling starts
but it had begun long ago.
You've heard it growing louder for years,
and now it rolls perfectly in sync to the sounds
from the sky.
   CRACK! 
It jumps starts your heart,
making it rev up like a camaro that's been sitting
in the backyard for far too long.
It stalls, then sputters, then roars back to life.
The seats are torn, but with some patchwork
she'll look like new.
You're surprised at the speed of your heartbeat.
You've felt dead for a time now.
Water falls from the grey,
marking their spots on the cracked sidewalk.
You watch and listen from the
safety of your cover.
Safety, always safe, never living.
With each growl from the sky
is another step forward towards the edge.
It reverberates through you, starting from your toes
all the way to your fingertips
   CRACK! 
You step off the ledge.
Your bare feet drop to the now wet grass.
The torrents wash down over you, soaking your
clothes to your body.
And you begin to dance,
and you begin to laugh,
because you've realized
you're alive.