The Storm That Lost Its Thunder
Anger Searching for Its Voice
A storm crossed the desert silently. Lightning flashed, but thunder never followed. A nomad said the storm had lost its rage. When a young wanderer stood beneath it and screamed her own anger into the sky, thunder exploded above her. The storm roared again, finding its voice through her pain. She walked on healed, knowing that some storms simply mirror the hearts beneath them.
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