chasing storms

it's pretty, the lightning, how the darkness is ripped apart by the sudden brilliance and then comes the rolling, growling, reverberation in the sky and we dance in the heaviness of all the metaphors that we attribute to the rain   and we chase storms as if we didn't know the rain would drown us…Read more chasing storms

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Gatherer of Storms

There are clouds in the sky and there is thunder, and lightning. There are hurricanes and vapor. There are strong winds as well as soft, gentle breeze.   He reaches out and takes them in his hands. He kneads them, pressing them against his palms, and turns them into rainbows.   They search for the…Read more Gatherer of Storms