I want the storm, the thunder, the waves raging below me.

And me flying over them, my flight steady and feeling the unpredictable gusts of wind.

Letting the raindrops become my tears, the thunder my shouts of anger, the waves becoming my inner turmoil and clashing between them like my feelings.

Let me forget about my fears.

At least for a minute or two, while this storm lasts.

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So, while this is an old artwork of sorts, I still adore the result of the water and clouds.

For some reason, drawing Duskwing flying through a storm always makes me feel better.