You hear the thunder long before you feel the rain. You know that there’s a storm coming. It’s just beyond that last white cloud. You see the weight of rain in the bellies of full skies and you get ready for it.
You move the party to the inside. You grab your umbrella and for some country girls who wait for this, you take your shoes off so you can feel every drop between your toes. Yes, there is a storm on the horizon. And you may not be able to change that reality, but what you do in the face of that storm is all you.
You hear it in the wind. The skies tell. Your mother whispers . . . faith
MizJAI

Tracy Arm, Alaska

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