On Storms

Offering reprieve to the weary traveler, a chord to the uninspired bard, and enlightenment to the tortured mind, each storm is a conduit for transformation. It allows for the soft exchange of secrets, and the indulgence of mysteries. It’s a medium through which the truth can travel, cloaked in an air of intrigue. A brief period where honesty is alluring and not terrifying.

Is it not just a resuscitation for the dreams that died and the spirit that has withered? Does it not revive the lifeless bloom to its former splendor? Does it not jolt back to life the fatigued heart? It does, it does, it does.