Hail hammers down outside
then pauses, an intake of breath,
it is hypnotic
and comforting to me.
Grey sky sags overhead
tired from the weight of it all.
Silence in the in-between
holds expectation like a lover.
I observe with consideration
acknowledging my admiration
when the weather suits my soul
so perfectly.

~The H Word~

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