mmmm thunderstorms
i love them. this one fell like a bomb rattling my walls, and stealing our lights, but retracted back into the sky like an escape artist. i heard my sister stumble by saying she couldn’t see a thing, but i was lucky and lying barely awakened beside the green window saw it spill its guts. it was unapologetic, something i’ve struggled to be more recently, but open and heavy, something i’ve always been. we still have no power, but i feel my quickened heartbeat may generate enough. i’d sink back to sleep but i might miss the last hiccups and growls of thunder or the evaporation of the glossy skin coating everything in my yard. i’ve never seen a storm quite like this.