Weaving the Wind - an excerpt

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TO DANCE WITH THE STORM

I forgot the weather prediction.
Waking to no sunrise,
I felt disoriented.
The clock must be lying,
It must be too early for my sunrise vigil.
I pulled the drapes back.
The hush of steel-colored skies
Caught my breath,
And I remembered rain on Monday.
I smiled and stepped out to get the paper,
Feeling the skies soften
Like a grey down jacket.
I wrapped their being
Around me,
And headed inside
To dance with the storm.