I want it to rain.
I want the clouds to rip open with booming thunder,
And I want to see a sea of lightning splash out across the darkness.
I want the heavens to split open over my head and pour down on me with all they have to give.
I want it to rain.
I want the wind to churn and whip through my hair,
And I want to be there at the center of the chaos
With my arms open wide and eyes closed-
Spinning.
I want it to rain.
I want to let the thunder roll until I can’t hear myself think anymore,
And in that moment when the world is roaring around me
I want to scream and shout until I’m hoarse in both throat and mind.
I want it to rain.
And then…
When it’s all over maybe the quiet will return within this troubled skull of mine,
Like the calm after a storm.
~Spirit~
love the repetition of i want to rain. just sounds like healing
@ Jessie
Thankies. I’m not sure where… well, alright. I know ‘where’ it came from but I’m not entirely certain how this bit of prose came from me in the way it did.
I’m glad you like it. I’m very happy to say that it is raining right now, literally and mentally, maybe not as often or as much as I would like but still enough.
Spirit,
This is a very powerful and moving piece. I feel your pain, your anger, your confusion, your hope for resolution. I’m sorry things are so excruciating for you now. If you need to talk, drop me a line. I’m only as far away as that. ~LisaB.
@ LisaB
Thank you very much, I’m not sure how ready I am to seek help on the matter though I am so thankful to have so many writer buddies to offer (greatly apreciated) but I am getting to the point where I’m almost ready to vent about it else I wouldn’t be writing this much I think. Thank you again.