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A Story by HELLCAT

Short story about storms.

There are few things I have been passionate about in my lifetime, but
nature's storms have truly been one of the most awesome forces I have
ever known. A force that strikes awe in my heart, like a lost lover
sends chills down my back. The passion in the heart of a violent storm,
that rides the clouds like death rides the sea; with ferocity and vehemence, and a power that answers to no authority. Compelling.
    And so I
say, storms are the greatest form of true beauty. A force totally
untouched by the hands of man, a power that can't be reasoned with, a
beauty that petrifies hearts with terror. Held in the depths of the
clouds, a passion so natural and true that there is no questioning of
the purpose for its existence. To cleanse.
    If you've ever
witnessed a wall of clouds furiously crawling across the sky, with the
winds of Hell behind them, then you too, have felt that helplessness in
your heart. The small knowledge built into your psyche that tells you
to run, to seek shelter, for fear of death.

A storm; an unstoppable passion.

© 2010 HELLCAT

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Added on September 29, 2010
Last Updated on September 29, 2010
Tags: Storms, thunder, lightning, rain, short story, nature




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