Storms

I've always loved storms.

Of course, I've always been afraid of them a little bit like any human, but I've fallen in love with that fear, too.

My mom and I stood in the wind on our porch as a Hurricane depression scoured through our part of the state. The winds were 70 Mph and we saw the green flare of electricity charging in the air, blowing out transformers.

As a child I stood watching mushroom clouds descend on our little town and wanted to stay out longer, though my family brought me in.

If there were no tornado warnings or too many lightning strikes, Mom lets me go outside in the rain.

And though the rain here is a bit of a pansy, the wind isn't and I feel it rage so marvelously against me, and I know the glory of nature.


So if you wish to have my heart, which I doubt you do, but if so...



bring me a storm.


Filled with energy and light.

Filled with the forces hopefully no man will ever be able to contain.

And show me.


Show me what you see when faced with God's glory.


Show me what fills your heart when the thunder booms and the light slashes and the wind tears and the rain pelts.


And maybe....


maybe, if our hearts are mirrored....


If what you show me and what I show you...


If what you feel and what I feel...


If all comes as one, whether it be two differents or two sames...


Then love me.

Oh please love me.





For surely, I'll love you