Introspective Lenses 4 Life

Above, painting ‘cross the sky,

gathering darkness, light dims,

storm-brewed clouds brush the brims

and mixed emotion heaves, sigh.

Have you ever watched in awe as a threatening storm (sudden or predicted) paints the air with stretching tentacles or rolling, billowing shades of grey blanket the sky while the scent of impending torrents waft through your nostrils, affecting your nerves? Your head and joints, responding to the atmospheric changes, connect you to the nature of something beyond your control.

As your world darkens, are you held bound, powerless to escape its weighted touch,  resigned to the inevitable drenching?

Will the sight cause concern or be perceived as an opportunity to cleanse, refresh, and nourish yourself, either unwelcome or accepted?

Adversity. Tears. Longing. Regret. Forgiveness. Essential. Cleansing. Disposition. Self. Nurture. Nature. Light.

Beauty in the face of life’s storms brewing in heart and mind; nature’s metaphor for opposition and personal discoveries, appreciation, and living through all ‘stormy’ circumstances.

© Vicki Nicholls 2025