The weather here is so unpredictable. I'm not from here, so everything is new and strange to me. One minute it's sunny, the next minute the crack of thunder lashes the ground like a bull-whip, shaking things up just as they've settled down. The ground quakes and the sky flashes white as lightening bolts rip through the darkness, tearing through the very clouds that threaten to rain on our world. This sudden shift from calm to chaos never ceases to amaze me and my skin crawls with gooseflesh more nights than I want to admit - and I'm not talking about simply weather here; no, it's much more than that now.
Chaos is no stranger to our household. My skin is thicker than it's ever been, and it won't be long before the weather becomes a part of me, blows through me and stirs up strength that I never knew was there. I love and fear the inevitable challenges; motherhood is a beautifully turbulent, sublime existence - as is the weather.
1 comment:
Very nice. I love the parallelisms and the imagery.
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