Walking home in the rain,
not sure if I’m happy or angry —
just somewhere between
comfort and discomfort,
as nature hit me
and I didn’t flinch.
A cat ran by,
dodging drops,
looking for cover.
I stayed.
And in that moment,
I felt it —
I wasn’t outside the storm,
I was part of it.
After a year of silence,
Thor finally said hi.
Wind, rain, thunder —
his gift,
not his warning.
I love it when nature kicks back.
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
Walking home in the rain,
not sure if I’m happy or angry —
just somewhere between
comfort and discomfort,
as nature hit me
and I didn’t flinch.
A cat ran by,
dodging drops,
looking for cover.
I stayed.
And in that moment,
I felt it —
I wasn’t outside the storm,
I was part of it.
After a year of silence,
Thor finally said hi.
Wind, rain, thunder —
his gift,
not his warning.
I love it when nature kicks back.
Written in the middle of a storm — a moment of raw realization that I’m not separate from nature, I’m inside it. After a year of calm, the thunder felt like a greeting, not a threat. The kind of communion only chaos can bring.
