Are you ready to let go of the storm?

The old man with wide brimmed hat, polishes the shovels and stores them in an old building.
The boy sees the building and inquires about its contents.
The man looks to the clouds, admires. His eyes reflect the passion of the sky.
He looks at the boy, he sees into his eyes the pain of a million storms. The clouds angry, pushing, shoving.
"Are you ready to dig?"
"Are you ready to let go of the storm?"
"The clouds which cause pain."
He doesn't understand, he doesn't want to dig. He likes the rain, the thunder, it makes him feel.
"I can give you a shovel"
The boy looks away from the clouds, he is not ready to dig, he is tired.
The old man places his hand on the boy's shoulder and smiles and than returns to the shed.
He can hear the thunder, he sees the rain in the distance.

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