“How are you?”
Do you know the way the clouds look before a storm?
The mist that fogs the path in front of you?
The way the trees shudder slowly and then shake with each
The way the rain pounds
Onto the pavement, crying?
The moment the lightning
Strikes with a roar followed after?
The crash of a tree falling over?
The rise of the waves violently crashing onto the shore?
The way the earth rips itself apart trying to find a way to let it all out?
A fire that blazes through the forest scorching
Everything it touches?
And finally, the image of a barren land after the tornado disappears into the sky?
The deafening silence before the storm?
The cries of grief after?
Thats what I want to say.
But respond “I’m fine.”