Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Some storms bring music so proud they whistle across the skies, blending with nature as if the rhythms and all the chords left behind where echos of a life so powerless that all a soul could do is rest. I have been through such a storm. Been through the loud drums that left even the clouds baffled. Now, after being through such a storm, after bracing all its rhythms and chords, after enduring its loud drums that left clouds in disarray, a certain kind of beauty, one full of grace and strength, like the green blades of grass, those of tall trees too, on a sunny summer day, emerged, filling me with voices of the universe, those in waters and winds, that allowed me to go forth, walking the world, as if on a celestial dream with new rhythms like the delicate sounds of flutes and organs fitted perfectly for me.