Storm

In the dark silence echoing with the rumblings of wind screaming to get out of a lippped sewn mouth, I sit.

It felt like it had something to say but did I even care? I had talked to the winds for days now.

They said Nothing concrete in return .

I called them by their directions and evensliced them with daggers thrown to ground them into the terrestrial .

This is a familiar and old ritual that I have done religiously for 20 years.

This is part of the ritual to slow down its force... but I feed the spirits and the winds as well.

I libate them heavily, so they forget; Forget thier anger; forget their need to attack.

I try to soften all.

It usually works. It did this time .

Yet I sit in the dark, unprepared for the mundane.

I am magically supplied And complete.

However, I could personally use more light and something to eat…

My black cat surfaces from her hidden lair -a sign that the Storm is near done.

A Flash flood warning breaks the silence as the creaking of the old cypress wood Moans in response.

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