the storm saVED ME

The electrical essence of the soul

The storm saved me. Another night in isolation. And then — the sky flashed through the window and five seconds later the crash of thunder.

The sky had come a-calling.

Who doesn’t like a good thunderstorm? I listened to the rain pounding on the roof and on the fronds outside the window. Another flash. And three seconds later, a thunderous boom. The storm was moving closer.

The lightning bolts and the sound of the thundering sky was a dramatic opera. Nature’s passion drove out my loneliness. I felt closer to S. I felt she came nearer to earth, and to me, with the mystical storm. And if I chose to, I could feel her presence. And I chose to.

She wasn’t making a personal visit, I’m  not crazy, but her spirit was closer to me, the electrical energy of her soul was part of the storm.

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