It seems a crossroads has been hit. I have seen the tremble in your words.
Storm clouds have gathered, I cannot find my foul weather gear and my power just went out. Last night, I dreamt of storm clouds. Clouds of towering, bellowing shades of gray that escalate into oblivion and can overtake the soul. Ominous clouds of vision that darken all in which we see and in my dream I was longing for...
A violent clap of submission and with it comes the rain. Droplets of moisture falling; invoking cathartic cleansing, they are together deep within a dream.
The storm wept tears of misunderstanding; of the evilness it did not hold. I woke up soaking in tears.
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