I am the storms. I am the scroll of dirty gray sky, the wind throwing leaves and scattering shingles, the pinpricks of rain’s first small drops. I am the wink of lightning through city buildings, the growl of thunder low in the fields, the final flourish of sweet suffocating snow. I am Iansan’s daughter… I’m a thunder for the awakening of life, I am the seed that fertilizes the soil and feeds the soul. I am strong, I fear nothing because I have the seal of hope nailed in my skin as my ancestors taught me… ❤

Iansa by Artist Marcio Melo