Spring Returned

Tuesday, 2 April 2002

i woke up this morning and the sky was the color of a week old bruise, and the air was filled with the noise of thunder. to some people this would be ugly, but for me it is both frightening and wonderful. i love the sound of thunder and the feel of rain on my face. it is awe-‚Äčinspiring to watch the thunderheads race each other across the sky, dropping their wet luggage in a bid to be the first to reach wherever it is that old storms go to die. i want to follow along, skipping from puddle to puddle and melting into the warm deluge of Spring Returned.