Storm Warnings

September 22nd, 2007

When I’m in emotional turmoil, I long for a thunderstorm to sweep into town and kick up the fuss I’m too polite to cause myself. I love the weird light changes, the boiling clouds, the smell of ozone, the energy bouncing around the atmosphere. I’m afraid of lightning and fascinated by it at the same time. Who doesn’t want to throw some bolts around the office or the house now and then or singe the hair off the back of someone’s neck, someone who has skated along your nerves far too many times. Not hurt them, of course, but show them who’s the goddess in the house. If I were a goddess, I don’t think I’d choose to be a nurturer like Demeter. I’d rather be Athena and go around smiting shitheads. I scare myself sometimes.