When A Storm Breaks - Όταν Μια Θύελλα Ξεσπά Comments
When a storm breaks, I rejoice.As the electric breath of its clouds touches the tallest rooftops of our city, I rejoice. Tell me passerby, is there a sound more sweet than the one of a thunder rolling? When the storm breaks how can I not rejoice? Let the streets flood, let the water wash our worries away. The dark clouds shed an otherworldly light on my soul. I'm like a butterfly caught in a tornado. Let me fly, let me go astray.
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This poem is amazing in its freedom. Instead of shutting yourself away from the storm, you run to it and give yourself over to it! I love this poem of immersing yourself in the elements! : -) Very well done, Kostas!
Send rain to us in Califonia please? So many fires here. Rare to hea a storm here, powerful poem. PR
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8/5/2025 1:54:52 PM # 1.0.0
Yes, whatever nature does, creative or destructive, the beauty therein is beyond doubt, beyond doubt is its momentous clout. 'How can I not rejoice? ' so well said.