Shelter

I am writing this from my balcony, under cover during a summer thunder storm. As the rain pours around me, lightening sparks and thunder crashes I am safe surrounded by my concrete protector.

I am reminded of the many times when I was a child that I would do the same, sitting on our veranda at 223 Orchard Road and watch the storm swirl so close but not touching. My Dad would often sit with me and we would watch Mother Earth’s show together. We didn’t talk, we let the rain and wind speak for us and they said a lot. There was comfort in hearing the anxious, angry storm around us knowing we were peaceful and content regardless of its wailing.

And so I feel that way now… There is a storm around but peace is right here with me.