The Storm

Pitter patter slide 

Pitter patter slide 

The rain cascades faster down the windows 

Flashes so bright

The lightening momentarily blinds me

The rumbling thunder overhead shakes the sky, the earth, the building

I feel the vibration of the roaring sky

First deep in my chest 

Then it ripples out through my torso 

My arms

My legs 

Fizzling out at the tips of my fingers and toes 

Booming again and again

My body vibrating over and over. 

Am I the thunderstorm?

Or is the the thunderstorm me?

Another flash lights the trees up in the woods

Boooom

Is it anger?

Or is it release? 

Maybe neither?

Maybe both?

Maybe it just is

Wild and untamed 

Powerful

Beautiful 

Bright 

Loud 

Impossible to deny

I embrace the storm outside 

And the storm within…

Phoenix. 

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