there’s something strangely


about the deep roll of thunder


when you’re inside.

i think they call it the sublime.


the most perfect moment

nature’s stained glass window of hail and rain.

thunder / zues / light / shining through capsules of water diving themselves into a million splashes of sidewalk.

reminding you of the mystery and sublime of life – of beauty and danger – all wrapped up in one. short. moment.

and then it’s gon-.