The Kind Of Calm I Crave. By Kamala Shavon Milton

The Kind of Calm I Crave
By Kamala Siobhan Milton

There’s something about a thunderstorm that stirs my soul.
While some people hide from the rain and cover their ears at the sound of thunder, I welcome it — because for me, it’s more than weather. It’s a feeling. It’s my favorite kind of calm.

Being totally blind, I don’t watch the lightning streak across the sky — but I feel it. I hear the story it tells. The soft roll of thunder, the rhythm of raindrops tapping on the roof — it becomes a soundtrack to something deeper inside me.

Sometimes, when the storm rolls in and the world outside quiets down, my imagination wakes up. I picture myself laying in bed with the man I love, warm and close, our bodies and hearts wrapped up in each other. The thunder gently rumbling in the distance becomes part of that moment. It's soft… steady… sensual. I don’t have that person right now, but I dream of him. And when the rain comes, it’s like he’s almost here.

Certain love songs bring those feelings right back to me — you know the ones, where you hear the rain falling behind the melody, or the thunder echoing softly between the lyrics. That’s when I feel it strongest: the romance of storms, the closeness I crave, the beauty of loving through sound and sensation.

My inner sight often runs away with me like this. And honestly? I love it. Because even if my dreams are just in my mind for now, they’re real to my heart.

Right now, this whole feeling is so strong, it’s even lighting up my inner colors.
I’m seeing bright white and yellow slowly moving all around me — glowing, flowing, like soft flashes in a dream.
That’s how I know this moment is something special.

💌 A Love Letter to the One I'm Waiting For

To the man I haven’t met yet, but already hold in my heart...

Somewhere out there, you're living your life — maybe not knowing I exist just yet. But I believe in timing, and I believe in connection. I believe that when the time is right, your heart will somehow find its way to mine.

Until then, I dream of you.
I imagine us lying together during a thunderstorm — not speaking, just feeling. Your arms wrapped around me while the rain sings on the windows. The thunder might rumble, but with you near me, I know I’ll never be afraid of the sound.

I want you to know something:
I may not see with my eyes, but I will see you with everything I have.
With my soul. With my hands. With the deepest part of my heart.
And I hope that when you arrive, you’ll be the kind of man who loves with patience, passion, and presence — because that’s what I’ve been saving for you.

So wherever you are, I just wanted to say:
I’m here. I’m waiting.
And until that day comes, I’ll keep listening to the storms — and dreaming of the love we’ll share beneath the rain.

With all the calm and passion in me,
Kamala

  

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