i’m tired of talking about the weather:

clouds,

blue skies, 

rain,

lightning and thunder –

that’s all too tepid and tame.

. . .

Describe the depths and layers of the clouds unfolding from the top of the mountain you just climbed, as you struggled to breathe, even though the air was so natural and pure.

What did it feel like to drive all alone with the moonlight hidden through the thick fog on a lost highway in the silent, dark, desolate night?

When was the last time you got caught in the rain, vulnerable and unguarded, as the sky poured tears from a clear blue vault of heaven disguised by sunshine?

Who were you dreaming of when the charge of lightning pierced through the midnight sky and the trembling thunder rolled in, shaking your soul awake, leaving you yearning for shelter from the storm?

. . .

our exchange would be much more enchanting,

if we revealed what it’s like to be human –

if i showed you what it’s like to me,

and you showed me what it’s like to be you.

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