Storm

It starts with rain.

Sometimes it comes slowly with a drizzle,

but this time,

it starts without any warning.

The rain drops from the sky

in powerful sheets

and the world lights up for a fraction of a second

bringing the power of the sky with it.

Lightning,

rain,

and thunder

alternate without a pattern

except for the occurence of thunder some time after lightning.

The sky,

an angry mess of beauty,

lets out the force of pressure

stress

frustration

until the rain slows

the lightning ceases

the thunder quiets

and the sky is calm.

Even after such a display of intensity

the birds start calling out to one another

the umbrellas fold up

and all is well.

Calico Frost

VT

13 years old

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    The fear

    well, more like terror

    and self-consciousness

    and discomfort

    that comes with thinking that someone is looking at you

    their eyes on you

    it's truly horrible

  • The rain

    The rain scares me

    intimidates me

    loud and imposing and looming

    often arriving with thunder

    lightning

    sometimes power outages

     

    The rain comforts me

    soft drizzles rinsing out the hardships

  • Safe space

    My virtual home

    where I can make my words dance and no one can change the choreography

    where I can be loved by other people like me

    where I can realize that I'm not as alone in the world as I originally thought