The Storm
I see the sun in the sky I hear the birds singing I feel the wind upon my face
Just as I sit here, in complete serenity I know that it will not last I know that it wasn't always like this I remember the dark clouds
The rain.... The storm....
I remember the water beating upon my skin I remember the cold as the harsh wind blew I remember all this and know it will come again
Even as the sun shines... Even as the birds sing... Even as the wind gently caresses my skin...
I can see the clouds stirring I can see them growing dark I can hear a distant thunder I can see flashes of lightning
As I see all of this, I do not run I did not run before
I hear the deafening silence before the storm The birds are no longer singing The wind no longer blows All is quiet
Suddenly, the dark clouds are upon me The thunder raises its angry voice to me The lightning scorches the ground beneath me Stinging drops of acid rain burn into my skin
Cold... Afraid... Alone...
I want to run and hide But I did not run before I will stand and face the storm again
When the storm has passed When its anger subsides When it dwindles into nothing I will be standing
The calm will return The birds will sing The sun will warm me The wind will comfort me
And I will wait for the next storm
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