After The Storm

In the early hours of the morning the clouds danced in heavy boots. They crashed and clicked their metal toe caps together and created sparks that ripped into the steel grey sky. The trampling of rain on the windows soothed their vicious argument. Until another cloud got angry. They argued on kicking and clattering, until the sun came out and shut them up. After a brief silence, the birds sang and the insects went about their business. In the calm all things look beautiful – even the dead have a grace and dignity.

 

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