In The Heart Of A Storm

The clouds churn in swirls, grey and dark. A sorrow that befalls the earth, mourning something deep and untold. A tear rolls down, cold and bitter and I weep for the misery of this darkness. As trees bend their branches, flowers hang their fragile necks, and the heavy clouds begin to pour with all their might. I extend my hand and feel the unforgiving drops cut sharp through the sky. The violent clashes of thunder unbearably loud, lash out as if to take revenge. Terrifying as it might seem, there is a mystical beauty that wakes in these moments, a peaceful silence that comes with this storm.