Storm Songs
I've always had a soft spot for songs about rain, the pitter-patter of a little black rain cloud dripping on my head, in rhythm as we spin around, the rain falls down. I've heard it clean off the dirt and despair, wipe away the slightest thought of pain, renew and refresh until the singer was born anew.
The rain rewines a stereotype, purifies the soul as the wind whips a wire against a flagpole, flag forced to three-quarters mast, mast of Odyssean ships to mimic the beat of the waves, of the rain, of a waterlogged thunderstorm tune crooned by sirens down in petrichor storm clouds in charcoals and gunmetal greys.
Juliette Sebock is the author of Mistakes Were Made and has work in publications including Royal Rose Mag and Cauldron Anthology. She is the editor-in-chief of Nightingale & Sparrow and runs a lifestyle blog, For the Sake of Good Taste. When she isn't writing (and sometimes when she is) she can be found with a cup of coffee and her cat, Fitz. She can be reached at her website and across social media at @juliettesebock. She is a regular contributor of Marías at Sampaguitas.
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