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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