The Call of the Storm

I box myself in two stories and hide from feeling.
I breathe conditioning and live controlled.

But the pressure is dropping.

Nature is calling loudly, penetrating insulation and beams and siding.
The roar beckons me out to stand in her tears.

It pulls my animal soul to its embrace
Till her frightening arms buffet my body.

Her crying strokes each nerve from dormancy
And I awake, alive inside.

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