DISCLAIMER:: This post is part of an ongoing stream of consciousness series. While each part can be enjoyed as a standalone piece, they will be best experienced when read in order. If you'd like to read from the beginning, the first part can be found here.
* The Storm *
whips up again,
more powerful
than before.
Water flies
sideways and upwards,
defying gravity,
freezing over,
and hailing down.
Ice projectiles
pelting rock and plant,
decimating the landscape
and destroying dreams..
The force is palpable
the angry storm rages still,
lashing out with
ferocious intensity
but, for me..
there is calm..
there is peace..
there is silent appreciation.
My stillness infuriates
the aerial beast of light and sound,
which pounds the ground
with wet fists
and hisses
its displeasure..
It swells up again
to full measure,
beating its chest
with thunder
and wondering,
befuddled,
why I remain
unphased..
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