When the sky goes grey and the rain comes sideways and the day won't listen… you've seen storms before. You just don't remember. When the cold sneaks in through cracks you can't find and the wind has opinions about everything you do… check your pockets. You packed for this. I made sure. When the storm shouts your name and the thunder feels personal and the lightning keeps choosing you… stand still. You know how. I showed you. When the sun comes back (it always comes back) and the world is silly-bright with beauty… that's yours too. Take all of it. And when I'm not there to stand at the window and say look at that… look anyway. I'm in the way you look. I'm in the thing you notice first. I'm in the questions you ask when everyone else has stopped asking. I'm in you. I was always going to be in you. Weather can't touch that. — UpsilonA Author's note - I'll wear my Silverstein influence on my sleeve for this one. Wonderful poet and writer.
Oh!! Sweetly influenced but charmingly your own.
It’s amazing how “children’s books” and authors can inspire real adult perspectives, too. Glad you were inspired to write this.