Saturday. . .
looking for my muse in a early morning thunderstorm, I watch the morose clouds creep closer from a 2nd story window . As a laughing tyrant the dark mass, that appears to have blotted out the sun, cracks and snaps sending tremors through my body and quavering the earth. A sound, like the clamor birthed from a quarrel between Zeus and Hera, so loud that trepidation begins to collect before the next strike. Anxiety blitzes my mind, I fear that if the next crash of thunder is at all deafening as the last the sky itself will open. . . and then what shall we see ? The sun, stars, god almighty still asleep, counting sheep,snoring powerfully...? Seconds pass haltingly...Then a mighty blast, boom, and a burst later. . . still no ruptured sky, no answers. The storm soon subsides and I finish my bowl of top ramen...
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