Is That All There Is?

4:47 a.m.

Nearly 25 minutes ago, I welcomed this storm, these claps of thunder; built for Thor, and the illuminating electricity that preceded every crack of this fervent and fevered bellowing.

How suiting.
The rage of this storm, however, did not overshadow the ferocity of the looming maelstrom brewing inside of my gut. My head. My entire being...

Then...
           the downpour.
Electric luminosity touched all the rooftops and the hilltops and seems to threaten to creep into this open window. I hope it does.

Bwa-thump.
My heart.

Purple skies; everything shining at this ridculous hour, sparkling with what I will call 'glittering generality".
Then the rain fell harder.  Streams of water soaked the window and the sill and streaks of high voltage pierced through the sky like some sort of malicious dagger. And came the rain, harder still.
The reverberating boom still did not drown out the sound of my worry.

4:57 a.m.
It looks like daylight. A fleeting glimpse of doomed, repetitive and strobe (day) light. I am still waiting...I consider making my way outside to the front yard and lying in the grass, staring into this wicked storm. Seems tempting. The street fills with water, slowly. But, it is absolutely happening. Slowly. But surely. A moment - only for a moment- does that serious consideration of lying in this lightning storm come back to me. Maybe, it would wash away layers of shroud on the eyes. Maybe it would drown me. And maybe, like most everything: nothing. Nothing at all would happen.

Typical.

Don't know how much longer I will watch and wait. Sleep for an hour, through this evil, unsettling stretch of territorial and torrential flood. It is my own, in many ways...


- fin-

Currently listening: Laced By Reveille Release date: 1999-06-22