Storm
Thunder clouds roll, a parade of shadows, vaulting the heavens, cradled by the wind.
Raindrops carve paths on thirsty soil, tearing the heavy silence with whispers of life.
They tell of brooks awakening, of roots drinking deep, of the earth’s embrace, renewal in every drop.
In this storm, the wild heart beats, crackling bolts of lightning ignite the spirit, celebrating the clash between the eternal and the ephemeral.
— Umberto Boccioni
- Umberto Boccioni