Spasm

I’m sitting on the porch as the rains whisper gently and the lightning flashes and somewhere the thunder crashes and a little red light blinks on the top of the marble building and Lady Justice shines her faithful light above the golden dome and the cars whiz behind me and the wind blows my hair over my face and teases my toes and I feel a raindrop. I shiver and wonder if the incessant rain cries the tears I cannot cry or explain if the thunder is my anger and vengeance that will never wreak havoc if the lightening is my momentary and fleeting bits of wisdom intuition and understanding. I’m still cold and my thigh spasms as the rain blows on me. Alone yet not alone and I should be in bed yet I must be here – here in my elements with the city and God and Mother Nature weeping for me and the silent people so very close yet enveloped in their own cocoons. This strange suspended seat where I feel at home curled on the wooden planks yet as if my spirit was soaring with the storm a fairie that must run before the lightening yet is emboldened by the wind. Somewhere a bird is chirping – how can she in the storm? Who can interpret the words of the thunder the melody of the tears and the symphony of this night? After the tears my soul feels whole again.

Lorena Ganser I LOVE IT! ...i think i can relate........................with the bird :) hahaha i love you angela this is too cool tooo toooo cool

Lauren Thornton-Giugliano cool..."the silent people so very close..." i like it.

Danielle Klueber wow...amazing. "I wonder if the incessant rain cries the tears I cannot..." Really beautiful girl...