The storm awakens what the sun
lulls to sleep,
just as starlight opens the eyes
of those blinded by the
we are all just a bit jaded,
but our souls itch for that
gentle whisper,
that reassurance,
that power of the storm to
electrify and awaken us,
that strength to surge forward
with a ferocious peace…
each storm is different though,
yet we will still dance in its
rain, our eyes opened by its

-G. Boston



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