In The Rain, There is Peace

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"The rain looks lovely.."

"what?"

"The rain, it looks peaceful..."

"Its Storming.."

"But it's not an angry storm.."

"What? A storm is just a storm."

"If... You say so.."

  I sighed as I looked back out the cars window, my leg in the seat, comfortingly compressing my already small form into the seat making me appear even smaller, if that was possible.

  My head hit the window with every jostle and bump of the car , letting out soft erratic rhythmic taps into the quiet car as my eyes stayed trained on the thundering, humming horizon.

 The storm we're drove through pelted and rattled the car softly as the quick tempo of the windshield wipers all melded into an odd sort of song, in the small space I called a haven of sorts to me, to us. My eyes flit lazily through the forest speeding by as the dusky horizon was lit up by yet another crack of lightening and by the rumble and bass of a heavy thrum of thunder. Filling the cracks between the trees with a warm glow that filled my chest with a sense of comfort. easing my troubled and cloudy mind..

In this storm, I find peace.

In our storm, I find comfort.

In your storm. I find a home.