I was hoping for a thunderstorm today.
I love thunderstorms, with their gushing rain and big booming thunder. If I weren't so aware of my mortality, I would stand in the thunderstorm and scream with the lightning.
Thunderstorms are cathartic, clearing the air of heat and dust, clearing my mind of stagnation. Changing the topic from waiting to doing.
The color of the dewy grass after the storm cheers my heart. It makes me feel like rebirth is possible.
I will have to wait till tomorrow, apparently, and even then the forecast might be gentle rain or misty drizzle. I'll accept those, even knowing I will miss the more dramatic storm.
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