“Plans could change in a heartbeat, though, couldn’t they? The wind shifts and the clouds rush in. The air sparks and hums, and before you can even think about running, you’re standing in the middle of a storm.”
“We looked at each other for a minute, not saying anything, but I could feel the air between us shift. It became thick, sultry, and tangible—like when the air changes right before a storm. I could feel its power envelop me as it brushed across my skin. Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew a storm was coming.”
“Clouds, leaves, soil, and wind all offer themselves as signals of changes in the weather. However, not all the storms of life can be predicted.”
“If you are strong enough, you can enjoy even in the middle of a storm!”
“A turmoil of winds rushed around him, spiraling up in to the air: he was thinking.”
“Well, if nothing else, you are that rock. You can look at it and know that even though the elements can change your shape, you’re still you at the core.”