Storm.

In the noisy night of thunder,

Creatures cower in the dark,

Fearing each flash of lightning.

Stories linger, of the anger and wrath

Of gods and monsters, run wild.

I realize how far we’ve come.

Booming fear of the unknown

Still fading into the distance.

Quietly, I continue thinking,

how far we need to go, with science,

With life, with nature, with man.

Then I think of the light,

The peaceful, quiet shine

Of new days coming,

Knowing storms always pass.

And I smile into the day.

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