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Aug 13

The Storm Inside

Before the storm,
I see the darkness,
an ominous silhouette on the horizon.
I feel the wind, making the trees sway from side to side,
a gusty swoop of exhilaration.

A Phoebe bird in a willow tree, as the storm ruffles her soft feathers. 

The storm is outside, but it is inside of me-
the thrill of lightning, the rumble of thunder.

I step, barefooted into the soft grass, surrounded by trees.
I feel the wind blow my hair behind me, 
feel the first drops of rain coming down, as I raise my hands to meet them.
The lightning is reflected in my eyes, 
the thunder in my heartbeat, my words.
Because in every seemingly perfect sunny day, 
there is a storm waiting to show the world its worth.