this morning #919.

this morning, while i’m typically not the sort of mortal who likes to look at the weather as a metaphor, by the time the lightning arrived to light up the morning sky, it sure as hell felt like there was some sort of larger meaning behind it all. after weeks of clear skies, this past week was all grey. it got darker with every evening. by today, it was just too much to contain. a violent storm was inevitable & i was out in the open, totally exposed. as the sky opened up & the storm came pouring down upon me, my instincts said i should search for shelter. i didn’t listen though. i couldn’t. if i chose to stay out here & get rained on, there’s a chance of a cleansing. if i go hide inside & don’t ride it out, i’ll just be damp.