the Weather

There was some kind of lightning in my soul last night. My heart was ignited. Fire won me over.

There was a whipping wind that nearly blew me down, and yet... it proved me strong. Today I am more ...somehow.

There was much rain... and washing... and covering... and consoling. And wrenching of heart, wringing of hands. Wondering how to feel such shapelessness, sharp and dark and overwhelming. Nearly too much, but more likely just so perfect.

And it came seemingly without warning. I didn't see the clouds because I spared not the moment to look around and see...

the Weather forming.