Where does the storm come from? What ends with lightning and thunder begins with the twin wings of a butterfly, magnesium blue, flickering and fluttering across the dreams of creation.

It might take a while for the sky to open, but from that first wing-beat the storm is inevitable. Pressure eases, clouds begin to gather, and a warm wind blows.

Evaporation, condensation, precipitation. The cycle began long before humans. Before monkeys, before birds or even plants. It is a part of our world, ecologically ordained. When the air changes though, it affects something primal within every living thing. We look to the sky. We wait for the rain.

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