Elemental

Inside all day

Stuck in the middle of the second draft

Something's not right and I don't know what it is

Can't keep going until I figure it out

Maybe a run will shake the answer from its hiding place in my body

Looks like a big storm brewing but I go out anyway

Thunder! Lightning! Hail! 

Running through the storm, being pelted by hail stones, the insight lands

Round and deep and complete

I arrive back home, drenched, small red bruises on my arm

Minutes later, the storm has passed, the sun is out

I'd created a huge plot hole unawares

And it was only by running into the storm that I was able to see it

 

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