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kings of the rain `.°~\|(

I used to live in a tiny.. 95 year old.. two bedroom.. beach cottage.. on the west coast of Florida.. Anna Maria Island.. at high tide.. the Gulf of Mexico was maybe 50 feet or so from my back porch… a fabulous place… such a life… and in fact.. it was too close to the water… closer than other homes on the island… that small.. weak appearing structure.. had survived storm after storm after storm… throughout its life… it knew how to bend and flex with the wind… with life… just like the native palm trees that surrounded it…

me… the cottage… the palms… all together… all waiting… all ready… all prepared… for what was about to come…

On the horizon… something fierce… you didn’t need eyes to see it… you could feel it… it knew you… the breath of it.. once distant… now closer than ever…

It was a storm… and in it… a warning… leave the island… I’ve always been fascinated with bad weather… when people seek shelter… I go to my spot by a window… so I can see fully… eyes fixed… fear far off… I open the door… I feel like Im flyin`…

A few years earlier… I survived something… something that had me surrounded… everything outside… deepest black… but inside… where things matter… and count… a faint flicker burst… and riding the wind… beautiful in the night… were the Armies of Heaven… they came for me…

When I realized it was all over… that I was safe… I was met by a promise from high up… that I was to be kept… safe and sound… for all of my days…

I knew then… I was untouchable… that my storms… will fear and obey me… in them will I fly… in them will I reign… my finger in the eye of it… my foot… on its neck… the storm learned fear… not i…

The island was deserted… I found this out.. as I drove around it.. it was full of ghosts… people saw serious in the warning… and they were gone… I sat on my back porch… I was getting to see things that everyone else was missing… the sea was alive and wild… the turbulence… the waves… unreal… so came the wind… the rain… driven hard… angled… I decided to go inside and make some coffee… with an added shot of Jameson Irish Whiskey…☘️ haha…

I made the most of what was going on outside… and outside me… I played my guitar… I sang my songs… I lit smell good candles… I sipped smooth… strong drink… and I waited… never once afraid…

As time passed… the water rose… pushed by the wind… it surrounded me… I kept a close eye… prepared… just in case I needed to swim… find the shore… wherever it was… Im a good swimmer 😉… I looked out every window… all I could see was the sea… my home felt like a ship… never once worried for my life… the house stood in the wind… like it had done so many times before… this was the worst of it… the water just a few feet from the foundation… on all sides… never breaching… there was a force at work… that would only allow things to get so bad…

Knowing this…

I decided to take a nap…

and dream…

about things that really scare me…

like love…

…¹4³….→I→BELONG→n→SERVICE→OF→†→the..KING→…..not.→≠→IN→BETWEEN→……→↑→~|~→RAIN→~|~→↑’king… `.°~\|( -¡-~-¡°

Inspired by a story from aparnachillycupcakes… whose words sparked this reflection…

Also… while I was writing this piece.. I listened to the album “August and everything after” by Counting Crows…

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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35 Replies to “kings of the rain `.°~\|(”

  1. I’m reading this in awe. The first part drew me in because if you know me you’ll come to find out that your beach house is just where I want to be in life (only yours is further south). I dream of it multiple times a day – ok 24/7.

    But what struck me is that you are the epitome of survival. Every storm that has blown into your life is ok match for you. Not only have you weathered each storm (and I’m not talking about just weather related storms 😉) – you have come out stronger and wiser on the other side.

    Bravo Bryan!

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    1. Ty` so much for your words.. I remember your story too.. that’s not far from where I lived.. I probably could have took more time with this one and done a better job… I kind of rushed it.. cuz I’m a little busy.. I’m making dinner atm lol.. ty` again dearly.. I really appreciate you.. thx for reading my stuff…

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      1. I love your stuff. Sometimes we need to get a thought out NOW so writing and publishing immediately is better than laboring over it. I’ve ruined pieces when I’ve spent too much time laboring over thoughts. Let it fly!

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      2. Wow.. you just said a mouthful.. so so true… and I felt I needed to write it right away.. while I was feeling it.. ty`so much.. I love your stuff… love your style.. and the way you do it 😁

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      7. “I knew then… I was untouchable… that my storms… will fear and obey me… in them will I fly… in them will I reign… my finger in the eye of it… my foot… on its neck… the storm learned fear… not i…”

        This is flipping powerful. This is the ultimate take back control of your life stuff right here. Absolutely love this brick. It seems like this is the building block of who you are.

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  3. Bryan, this essay is a beautiful blend of physical, spiritual, and emotional resilience. Your metaphor of the old cottage that “knew how to bend and flex” is the perfect depiction of true inner composure. In the midst of the most brutal storm, you found your untouchable strength. I am most struck by your conclusion: realizing that after all of that, the thing that is truly scary is Love. That is a beautiful and honest acknowledgment of ultimate human vulnerability.

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    1. Thank you Livora.. your so good at this.. when you speak.. I listen close… I just spent like 2 hours fine tuning it.. I think it’s better now… I tightened it up.. and removed and added to places I felt were weak.. thank you so much @`~~~

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  12. This reflection is absolutely magnificent. I am deeply honored that my words could spark such a vivid, potent piece of writing. Thank you for sharing this powerful story. The courage to sit on your back porch, sipping coffee with Jameson, while everyone else flees, is the ultimate display of mastering fear.
    I feel such warmth and connection reading this. Thank you for letting me see your home become a ship, guided by a force that will only let things get “so bad.” It is a stunning metaphor for faith.
    May your finger always be in the eye of the storm, and may you continue to dream those powerful, courageous dreams. 🌷❤️😇

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