Watching for Weather
Watching for Weather For weeks now I’ve watched the clouds, waiting not just for rain, though we need it, but for a real storm, a writhing, thrashing thing, that will shake us up and put us back together. I want the wind to roar, the thunder crash. I want lightning flashes to fill the sky and all animals to tremble in their shelters, all other activities to cease. The power of the storm will pull me outside to stand in the pouring rain, feel the wind rustling through my clothing. I will become one with the wild tempest, pulled up and out of my small self, swept away into the turbulent, creative center. NF 7/26/22