4.11.2004

Silence, before. It deafens you as you see the clouds approaching.
The wind whips your hair. You feel the strands beating your face.
Tears form as you try to look at it.
Sheets of rain, coming in sideways.

Power. Sheer power. Even the mighty trees bow to the wind.
The lightning flashes, illuminating the world in its ghostly white light.
Nothing is hidden in that moment, even your soul feels exposed.
Then the thunder rolls over you.
Pushes you back, shakes your foundation.


I got another storm today.

Bleeding, for you.

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