Beauty of a Storm, by Austin Hoehn Subscribe to rss feed for Austin Hoehn

 The wind is blowing like it's trying to exscape
the lashing of a slave driver's whip. I can almost feel the
fury through  uncontroled gusts of wind.
   I love feeling of the windy raging storm as it whips
through the trees and thrashes the leaves and makes the
American flag snap like a crack of a whip.
    Even though the storm seems to be relentless, I feel a
positive evergy serging through the earth; like a small
voltage of electricity.
     Feeling that energy enables me to see and feel the
beauty in the raging storm.  Even though storms seem to have
no mercy, I know they do.
     The rain does stop, the wind turns into a breeze and
the clouds do part. Sunshine peeks out, shinging down apon
the dripping earth.
    birds start their chirpping chatter, flowers open up
towards the sun's love. Everything seems to forgive, alomost
forget the storm. 
    All this makes me feel like the earth is smile back at
me, smiling and saying good bye to the parting storm.
Posted: 2007-05-29 17:07:55 UTC

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