I stood by the upstairs windows, watching as lightning filled the sky,
so bright that it created many minute days.
The thunder was restless, a low roar rising with an overlay of cackling beasts followed by whip cracks that shook into the soul.
Again and again, the cacophony of light and sound stunned my brain, creating new worlds from ripples in the very fabric of space and time.
Winds whistled, rain pounded. The Earth stopped spinning somewhere in my reality.
The whole thing was some great exciting show I the lone spectator, awake and keenly aware of every breath that the storm took.
. . . In the morning, many hours after stunning lights and angry crashes had somehow lulled me into sleep, the eerie sense of calm was nearly tangible. The morning light was a tired yellow, touching on millions of raindrops that the storm had left behind.
Outside it seemed that even the deities of Mount Olympus waited with baited breath, unsure what havoc the mighty storm might wreak. The sky stood gray but alive with invisible energy, and several times a minute one could hear a thunder creature run its circuit 'round the sky.
The moody blue winds breathe through the living, whispering the most sensuous and the most sinister of secrets into quiet hearts.
Oppressive clouds shed the Earth with a fluorescent light, and each color shines with overwhelming intensity against an ominous backdrop of anticipation.
And now we wait.
