autumn twilight

So it’s true. I like weather that most people find nasty. The forecast today said it’s supposed to be thunderstorming outside. It’s not. Nothing like. Just some big fluffy white clouds and a pleasantly cool breeze. What the fuck!?

There is something about the darker elemental forces that turns me on, gets my juices going. This fair-sky and gentle wind stuff is lulling, it makes me want to lie down in the grass and eat rainier cherries out of some hot guys lips. It makes me want to be lazy and lulls me into a complacency. It has it’s place, but I’m raring for a good storm.

When the sky begins to turn black from the thick clouds, a part of me begins to jump for joy. The excited child crawls out my eyes and eases the burden on my face. As the rain begins to fall it washes the world away. I can stand in it for hours, watching the lightning cut across the sky and strike the earth. I can listen to the thunder and feel it rattle my bones. It’s like a subsonic explosion that shakes me to my core.

It’s freeing to stand in the rain. To be bare to the elements. It’s as though you are watching the world be unmade, as if the void of potentiality is rising up around you as the world falls away to chaos.

But the forecast lied, and it’s not even close to raining at the moment. So I’ll have to make do with fantasies of rainier cherries.