in which Megan sits and sees a view during Lent 2011
Forget meditating. Its raining! And lightning and thunder for the first time in six whole months.
The sky is yellow as it dakens.
The lightning doesn’t stop.
The thunder sounds like planes taking off and landing. That’s how I figured out it was thunder. No real airport around here.
A leaf flutters down.
The sidewalk is wet. The driveway is wet. The new roof has new drip-streams. The car will be washed clean.
A streak of electricity, like a finger. The sky is flickering, like the power is about to go out.
It’s still raining as I write this. Harder!
I’ve been so dry, Lord. And now you come and pour, pour, pour. You keep flicking the lights on and off and on and off and on and on and on. You won’t stop.
Almost no dark now. Constant lightning. Closer now.
Let it rain.
