Acceptance

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Acceptance.

 

I watch the storm clouds threatening,

The thunderstorm that is to come.

Faint streaks of lightning flickering

 and distant thunder like a drum.

 

The heat and the humidity

Which has been building up for days.

Bearing down oppressively.

Will disappear without a trace.

 

The storm will pass and leave behind

An air of calm serenity.

Refreshing to the human mind

And its innate capacity.

 

To accept the necessity

 for violent storms occasionally.

 

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

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