I am the storms. I am the scroll of dirty gray sky, unfurling across the heavens with a promise of chaos. The wind is my breath, tossing leaves into a wild dance and tearing shingles from rooftops with a fierce, unrelenting force. The first small drops of rain are my whispers, delicate pinpricks that herald the tempest to come.

I am the wink of lightning, a fleeting flash that illuminates the cityscape, casting shadows and light in a brief, electric embrace. My voice is the growl of thunder, rumbling low and deep across the open fields, a sound that speaks of power and inevitability. And when the storm reaches its crescendo, I am the final flourish of sweet, suffocating snow, blanketing the world in a serene, yet smothering silence.

I am Iansan’s daughter, born of the tempest, a force of nature in my own right. My essence is woven into the fabric of the storm, a testament to the wild, untamed spirit that courses through my veins. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer