I have been too quiet.
These days, I feel like I have been blowing breezes.
My rains turn to mist before they hit the ground.
My clouds break at the slightest resistance and sun breaks through, taking my strength.
There is no weight to my thunder; no flash to my lightning.
I am the single dark cloud retreating from the land.
My rain is like spit; my wind, a gentle caress.
But that is not me.
am the wind that ravages.
I am the rain that floods.
I am the thunder that quakes.
I am the lightning that cracks.
I am the hail that attacks.
I am the tornado that consumes.
I am the storm.
And I will be quiet no more
Find out who you are, and who you wish to be.
Do not settle for anything less than that.
Published by Derek Williams