The Perfect Storm

Once again, it's too late for me to be able to write a really good post (just because that's the way it is for me)...I'm worn out.  But I've had the request, first of all to write something happy, and after not knowing what to say, I received a request from the same person to write about my perfect storm (because it was wonderfully stormy today.....while I was trapped inside).

So my perfect storm...rain.  Lots and lots of rain.  I love rain.  As in I really, really, really love rain.  It's probably one of my favorite things in the world.  Thus, in a perfect storm, it would be pouring.  And I mean, pouring like from buckets, sheets of water cascading from the sky in a majestic display of sheer, awesome power like no other.

It would be night.  Pitch black.  It wouldn't matter if it was a full moon or a new moon, it couldn't be seen for the murk obscuring the sky.  Not a single star would shine.  The only illumination would be lightning.  Bolt after bolt of lighting, almost simultaneous with peals of thunder, booming, shattering the peace.  Everything would crash and break and the world would crumble and collapse in on itself.

The irony is, that it would be the most peaceful time in the world.  It would be so powerful, so destructive, so terrifyingly beautiful, that it would make everything stand still in its ceaseless motion.   There is beauty in absolute havoc, pure ecstasy and unadulterated joy in the darkest, most miserable of events.  The perfect storm is not about the damage, it is about the power, the beauty, everything.