Olivia Kaczmarczyk 

Storm

My dad would always sit outside during a storm,

with every crash or strike,

he would slide into his smile,

amused at a terrifying sight,

as if he found peace,

in seeing what was going on in his mind, right in front of his very nose.

My dad knew more about storms than anyone could imagine,

yet never failed to name every one,

                                                                    beautiful.

And as I stayed inside, scared of the clamor,

he would hold me and point out every rainbow that kissed the sky after,

determined to show me the color that came from dull clouds.

Now, after my hurricanes,

I can't wait to see his purple hue.

Showing that storms are only as bad as you perceive them to be.

But until then, I will continue to compliment each graying sky and heavy drop,

For every stage of healing is beautiful.

Olivia Kaczmarczyk '26 partakes in Mental Health Awareness Club, Key Club, Vidya Club, and CB East's Flag Football Team. She loves to write and can't imagine a life without it.