The storm approaches and we retreat.
I keep the windows open until the rain soaks the cabin floor.
An afternoon of smudged and foggy horizons bleeding
into the water, seeping into my soul.
Storm
The storm approaches and we retreat.
I keep the windows open until the rain soaks the cabin floor.
An afternoon of smudged and foggy horizons bleeding
into the water, seeping into my soul.
spanishwoods 
This looks quite intense.
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The storms on this Canadian lake are very intense. The color is drained from everything and the rain is torrential. Our cabin sits at the edge, so I often sit and watch the lightning crash into the water, which is spectacular.
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Sounds like an amazing experience.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you.
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Lovely poem. I can feel the storm.
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Thank you Gretchen. Storms can be so beautiful.
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great photo. i remember storms blowing through in Michigan as a kid in the 60’s and 70’s. Always during the holidays when the family would all come to the lake for a few days…
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Right, terrifying and awesome at the same time.
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Powerful!
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Thank you.
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Incredible depth and feelings here. Beautiful.
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Thank you so much.
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Phenomenal image and gorgeous words…wonderful post. I just love the streaks of rain blearing the glass…what an intensely powerful and beautiful scene. Jubilant cheers,
Autumn Jade
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Thank you for your very kind words!
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Wonderful expression of how we try to run away, but the storms still find us, reaching down to our very soul, yet your poem so nicely reveals that even storms have a beautiful quality. The photograph is awesome, capturing the blending, yet each still remain unique and its own, so hard to do.
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They do have a very beautiful quality. I’m very fond of storms.
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