I want the storm to come and fill the atmosphere with three dimensional anticipation- eruptions of power. I want the storm to come blow right down into my sunny status quo where the air is still. I want the storm to come stir things up, promise change, bring thunderheads pregnant with rain. I want the … Continue reading Forget myself
It's anticipation, buildup of precipitation, a descent upon the status quo not letting go but pouring out noise electricity kinetic energy rain bending branches and stirring columns of clouds. It's relief from beating sun hot, stinging sun.