From under the pier.

From under the pier.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

I've missed thunderstorms.

You never realize how much you miss something until you don't get them anymore. The west coast is not exactly known for their storms. There is a poetry to be found in the rumblings of the sky and the tears that pour from the sky.
"I used to be scared of these storms, terrified even. So, I studied them, I learned everything I could about them. And, they still happened."
- Leaves of Grass
The cleansing power of the rain and wind prvides a clean start in all things. The dust of past fury is washed clean. The dedication of our society is carried away on tiny rivulets that carve a temporary history of rage into the very earth.
My god how I've missed thunderstorms.

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