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This month’s jump line is:
After the storm…
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Writers Forum 
After the storm, the sun burst from behind the swollen clouds; made them repent.
After the storm, I want it back. Sheets rustle up to my chin and I want to turn in on myself, blink it all away. It is too bright. I want the troubled wind back, casting its turbulence down to the ground. I want the weeping sky, the bruised clouds that press down upon the mountains. I want the bleak, the gray, and the hungry earth, taking it all in.
After the storm, I am wet. I am cold. I shiver and wonder if I will ever be warm again.
After the storm, I can breathe again, feel your breath, stop the running Hail Marys and feel the warm return to my skin.
After the storm, I took stock:
six chickens, huddled under the porch table; two ducks, resting peacefully in a bush; three dogs – one trying to get into the house, one trying to hide with the chickens, and the third, eating hail; the cats, all sleeping in their beds; and one turtle, safe in his flower pot.
Nothing fazes the turtle.