Dearest storm

From the comfort of my room

I hear you raging

I hear you howling like a lover scorned

 

Such is the beauty of this great paradox

We call life, that

Your anger brings me the most wonderful peace

Your protestations sooth me and heal me

 

And I,

Just a single droplet in the ocean of creation

Am completely helpless

In relieving your pain

 

I cannot heal you, as you heal me

I can but feel eternal gratitude

For your love

Unconditional

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