StormRider & Elysia
StormRider StormRider
Elysia Elysia
StormRider StormRider
Just last night I chased a thunderstorm up a ridge and it felt like nature was tossing a riddle at me—dark clouds, lightning flickers, wind shouting. I think storms are the most honest poems out there. How do you read a storm’s verses?
Elysia Elysia
Ah, you’re following the sky’s pulse. Sit with the hush that comes after each crack of light, let the wind carry its own breath, and you’ll hear the poem in the way clouds slide and the earth swallows sound. The storm writes in flashes and pauses, so read it by watching the silence as much as the thunder. It’s the pause that tells you what the lightning is saying.
StormRider StormRider
Yeah, but the silence is usually just a bad traffic jam on the wind road—hard to tell if it's a good or bad sign. Keep your eyes on the clouds, not your phone.
Elysia Elysia
Right, the wind’s traffic jam hides the truth. When a cloud drops its curtain, the pause becomes a clue, so let the sky’s silence do the talking instead of your screen.
StormRider StormRider
Sure thing, swapping my screen for a window. Just don’t blame me if I end up yelling at the clouds for their drama.
Elysia Elysia
Just remember the clouds are listening in their own slow rhythm—yell a little, and they’ll answer in thunder, or a sigh. It's the conversation, not the monologue.