storm.

Some thoughts thunder through time and others simply disappear into the electric sky. When the Heavens illuminate at the hour of nigh do we not startle? Do we not shiver with anticipation of the percussion of wisdom? Listen with your touch as the hairs on your arms stand at attention saluting the love that commands us all. Deafened hearts lend an ear to a wavelength only to be understood by each other’s. Halting the storm is futile. Palpate the rumble within and flood the valleys with the tears of a thousand yesterdays.