It's another stormy summer evening. Summer storms are delicious, except when they wreck and ruin your prize umbrella which in turn caused you to shed tears more than once; they crop up quickly, beautiful and powerful, and they bring a restlessness to my soul. I want to watch and listen, hear and see, but instinctively, I want to chase it. I want to harness those lights and create beautiful things, I want to feel the excitement and rage of thunder, well, I could wax poetic but basically I want to go on a rampage like the game "Rampage" that I played in 1988. Nom, nom, eat some people out of the buildings. Slam, slam, crush it and destroy it.
I imagine the possibility of riding a storm. High on the clouds, like a chariot, running the sky and unleashing the soul. Storms give me a raw, untamed feeling and it's like I know I've met my match.
I can't tell you the number of times I have heard that I am "too upright" and I should "loosen up." "Don't hold your tongue." "Speak your mind." "Relax and enjoy."
You know what I think?
The storm is who I am. I am instinctive, reactive, strong willed, passionate and you will not beat me back. Even when I have lost, I will fight. I will do battle long after I have been told to quit.
Remember that firework I was telling you about?
The firework lights up a summer night.
A storm ravages it.
With the help of Jesus, perhaps I'm somewhere in the middle. Along the way I am still learning to temper...
But on a hot, humid summer night, I want to unleash the soul and light up the rain.
Raw. Powerful. Beautiful. The words and emotions that would swirl and blow through the trees as the thunder answers back.
I am a storm contained in a pair of size two shoes. I am lucky enough to be loved by a few good people anyway.
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