i look at is as an unexpected gift from goddess
i go out in the storm
i watch the patterns of the wind
i watch the direction of the lightning
i count until the thunder
i watch the clouds move
and today i hear the most magical thing
i heard distant thunder
lightning so bright it seemed right here
but the thunder stayed far away
rumbling below the redirected departing flights
and below the multitude of sirens
it could have been on the horizon,
i hear that is where the distant thunder lives
but i couldn't see or judge
we are in a little valley,
nothing more than a small canyon when it was built up
and the lightning came from all directions
and the trees looked like they were on acid
and couldn't decide which way to spin when they danced
then claps of thunder that followed her strobe lights
and all the time rumbling below was the distant thunder.
i'll work on illiteration later
i just had to get that down
stellar storm
really just fabulous
and an hour of silence in which to bask in it
no photos
i was too . . . taken by it all
being in what seemed the center of it for an hour
while it railed on around us
fucking great
the only thing i would miss if a weather dome was ever
put over the major cities