Out on the balcony where
I could know the power of the storm,
smell the moist, soft rain,
feel cool air on my arms
hear thunder’s deep voice
as it wandered away
I felt safe with my book
revelling in flashes of lightning
seeing dripping trees hold their breath
hearing the slush of traffic
watching the tough, bulky clouds
as they followed the thunder.
“If I accept the sunshine and warmth, then
I must also accept the thunder and lightning.”
~ Khalil Gibran
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