Storm

The day winds down

Silence

Deeply welcome to this mind of mine

Constantly thinking and overthinking

I watch the weather change

Blue sky filled with sun and wispy white clouds

Becoming sullen

As though contemplating the coming week

A storm is approaching

I sit alone

Feet tucked under me

Watching

Waiting

Thinking

Dreaming

I imagine what it would be like to watch the storm

From within the circle of your arms

As we lay together in bed

Shoulder to shoulder

Hip to hip

Not an inch between us

And as the heavens open

And the rain starts to dance against the windowpane

I imagine turning to you

My body pressed to yours

As we dance

Along with the rain

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Elemental

I am calm seas

basking

in the warmth of your sun.

Waiting for your storm to erupt,

to challenge my currents

and to beautify my waves

with white-capped crescents.

I am waiting

for this

to become

elemental.

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A low growl

It was unexpected

and anonymous,

but anything but quiet,

as it arrived with a low growl

that reverberated against my ribs…

like a prisoner banging a cup against bars

or a storm descending with ferocity.

My mind raced with fervent thoughts,

my pulse sprinting toward some unknown finish line,

until I was breathless with the endeavour,

my skin flushed with an awareness

as the seams of my composure

unravelled

one stitch

at a time.

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Tempest’s brew

Within the shadow

Of the storm

This tempest’s brew

Forget me not

For I am

At once

the waves that crash

With ferocity

Upon your silent shore

And the safe harbor

You plot your course to

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Artwork by Nikolena Petolas

Music of rain

Raindrops have their own music

In this symphony of rain

The initial movement is undoubtedly

Allegro agitato

The rain

Fast and angry

Making a statement

Making an entrance

This eases into andante

But the rain

When there is a storm

Never starts with one tempo and ends with another

There is a continual accelerando and ritardando 

Fast

Slow

Fast

Slow

Until the heavens empty of their anger

The sky clears

And the sun comes out

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*Written two years ago but as I watch and wait for the rain it seemed a perfect time to repost.

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Storm

A storm rages within her.

It is the color of a wind tossed sea.

Blues and greens and greys

churned together.

 A fervid 

and violent ache

that seems to shout to the heavens

and yet 

the thunder in her heart

is softly expressed

a gentle whisper

that only he

can hear.

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Winds Shift

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