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| Another storm one *g* WAITING FOR THE STORM The sky darkens quickly as storm clouds roll in. Birds and animals have long ago sought shelter from the storm. I alone remain outside, something inside me yearns to stay. I hear a door and my sons join me on the steps, curious as to why I remain. “Look at the sky.” I tell them, “See how beautiful the clouds are.” Will they see the clouds as I do? Will they see the beauty in a sky all dark grey and purple? Will their hearts thrill when a bolt of lighting cuts across the darkness over their heads? Will they listen with expectation for the roll of thunder? “It’s pretty.”, they both say, nodding as they huddle close to me. “Look, Mom, lightning!”, they eagerly point it out to me. “Thunder! It scares me. Let’s go in.”, one says as he climbs into my lap. Yes, they see the beauty, these sons of mine. And someday, when thunder doesn’t scare them anymore, they will want to sit outside and watch the storm come in. I take a glance at the clouds that stir my soul with their dark grace, then I lead my sons into the safe haven of home. 9/27/95 Cathy Roberts | ||||||
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