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My Kind of Sunshine

A break in the storm

By Alexa A.Published 4 years ago 1 min read
My Kind of Sunshine
Photo by Octavian Rosca on Unsplash

He felt like sunshine.

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Not the sun of the middle of July,

framed by endless clear blue skies.

Not the sun at the height of the day,

dominating all open space.

Simple. Bright. Insincere.

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No, nothing like that.

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He drove the storm in front of him,

cracking thunder with each step.

He drove the people near away,

threatening lightning to those too close.

Step. Crack. Downpour.

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No, nothing I was expecting.

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Somewhere within the raindrops,

you can find the center of the storm.

Somewhere within the painful raging,

a shaft of pale light breaks through.

Misty. Faded. Steaming.

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No, don't rush that moment.

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There is a rainstorm on this corner,

and no one but me has noticed.

There is a thunderstorm in my chest,

waiting for it to be worth it.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

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Yes, look my way.

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About the Creator

Alexa A.

Started my journey in the PNW, stops in Chicago, Melbourne, and now Cleveland. I work with the public, and in my free time I hide from the public. Still spend more time reading than writing, which I hope that you do too. Happy exploring!

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