Is it a storm or is it potential for new life?

Is it a storm or is it potential for new life?

The pressure building in the sky makes my head ache and shift. I feel it in my eyes. It is a word, unspoken, on the lips of the sky. 

But is it really a storm? Is it disruption or is it renewal?

Both. 

But how you look at the same moody sky changes everything. 

Under its brooding brow lies new sprigs of spring. Fresh air and a softness is there too. 

New sprouts are there. 

Just waiting for their moment to blossom and burst forth in a riot of colour and fragrance. 

If you stop with me. And sit for a bit. 

You will see it too. 
That is hope, my loves. 

It is all waiting there for you. 

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