The weather started as I was leaving the parking garage after my long 12h shift. The air was gravid with rain and the clouds broke just as I was going out from the cement shelter of the garage. Lightning lit the sky in sudden, dense chains, and thunder rolled like an earthquake in the deep clouds.
I turned on the windshield wipers and began my long drive home as nature played Her dark symphony around me.
My mind got to thinking about the energy in the storm. Lighning holds such obvious power. One flash can light the sky, start a fire, kill a man. Each time the sky lit up my heart raced for a minute, waiting for the inevitable thunder to follow, counting the seconds between the flash and the crash.
There is passion in such power. A dance between the Mother and the Father. Mother soaks up the rain and the electricity that Father pours down. Mother gives back the water and the electricity to Father. A rotating cycle of give and take, flash and crash. Passion and power.
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