By Joel Lee
Yesterday, as the wind howled its lonely tune and puddles slipped over darkened concrete, the pair danced in the rain. Windows fogged up and, for a minute, they paused the commotion of the streets. The boy was stomping his boots, swinging his arms to the rhythm of his mother’s as she explained the disco. Mother nature aside, in their rain-sealed eyes, they exchanged twirls of joy under occasional thunder. Watching them ignore the raging storms with eternal forgiveness, I only sought to sing along. Mad at the winds, I closed the blinds and rocked by the balcony alongside my throbbing heart.
What an analogy mother explaining disco inside and mother Nature with occasional thunder outside! Nice it is, Joel.