standing there in the drive way watching as the remnants of day light weaken.
No rain yet. There are still patches of blue peeking through the darkening gray.
The light show will stay the course, no waiting. Once the charge has been built
there is guilt in not going, so off we go to see the light show!
twisting flash of shadow.
...and then that noise... the ground shakes
It comes from the sky yet it sounds like the foundations of the earth have been tested past what they can stand. And again
(the trees of the field are clapping their hands)
and again with wind. still no rain and still standing in the drive way
The clouds were patchy with a full range of grays, but now they blend into one dark charcoal.
another hit and how is that house not on fire? The pieces of this thought placed together hours later from the shards made when the sound blew through a second later. all that was left out loud was this
"strike me. take me this way! Your power is so complete I want to feel it this way forever. my doubt dares not show its face when you are present in this way. it becomes sure itself and praises you they way the trees cry out. I want to be with you, strike me! That I might share you with others. Take me away and let only you remain. Strike me! Strike me!"
