The crack of the loudest thunder clap roars; my body vibrates with the echo, an untamed longing for more.
The joy washed away; a vile deluge now pouring, the razor’s slash of the cruelest tongue.
Pain inflicted with intent to harm; ripping at my sanity in an unjust tumult of words, the harshest weapons of all.
My mind torn to pieces; this voice carries devastation, wielded with nary a care for the moments yet to come.
A shattering silence; how loud the quiet has become, how lonely this false sense of solitude.
The patter of a different storm; a shedding that cleanses, gently this time in a subtle downpour.
If only you’d count the raindrops with me; do you see – they are beginning to fall…
Nina D'Arcangela
Sotet Angyal 
June 23rd, 2012 at 10:05 am
As always, Nina, your words have a way of stiring my soul and whispering to the darkest recesses of my heart. You speak with such forlorn beauty and rouse the senses. Write on!
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June 23rd, 2012 at 12:01 pm
Thank you Adriana – this is a bit out of the norm for me, but I’m pleased to know it still delivers the raw emotion I usually write with ;}
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June 25th, 2012 at 1:49 pm
I couldn’t have picked a more fitting day to read this, after driving through an earth shuddering thunderstorm this morning where lightning was striking all around me. Wonderfully dark and delicious.
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June 25th, 2012 at 5:44 pm
Thank you Hunter! I’m glad you enjoyed it, and glad you’re out of the storm safely! ;}
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June 26th, 2012 at 9:34 pm
What can I even say, Nina? Utterly dark and beautiful. Even that does not do this justice.
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June 27th, 2012 at 11:52 am
Thank you Joe! We used to play in the rain as children, my brother, sister & I. My mother would always yell at us to come in when the thunder started, but I was always mouthy and stubborn about it (go figure). I still love to play in it! ;}
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June 27th, 2012 at 9:13 pm
Hmmm…I simply can’t imagine you being the mouth & stubborn type 😉
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