Thunder

Most people hide from it.
Close their doors and trust their homes to protect them.
Afraid of the power.
Terrified of the passion.
Truly afraid to expose themselves to that
which is larger than themselves.
I am not.
Tonight I stand on my front porch
and watch the storm come over the mountain.
I count the beats between jagged light
and concussive thrashing
that signals how close the storm is...
Terrible in its fury
Lost in its own tempest.
Loose and uncontrollable.
And closer with every ice crystal that bounces off my windshield.
I pull my hood up.
Cross my legs under my blanket.
and watch the dance of light, no longer on just the mountain.
God I love this.
And I know I am alone in my vigil.
No one stands here with me.
Waiting for this to slam them in the chest.
Knowing how much it will hurt
and yet waiting for it.
Feeling the weight of it.
Lost in the crush of it.
Willing to be swept away by it.
Screaming my frustration to the Blog King
as he rides the currents above.
Laughing at those below who fear him.
Lauding those who don't.
and taking careful aim at those of us
sitting on our porches
reveling in the power and majesty of his creation.
I am one of the fearless.
or stupid.
who do not fear the Thunder.