A cold front pushes in, rain, hail, thunder and lightning; energy from above in so many forms, sweeping across the ground, wind rippling through the window screen, and the hair on my arms stands on end, static and the cool breeze combining to bring my blood to life; i want to be in the clouds to watch it all, be smashed into a million droplets and come pouring down; surrender to the electricity in the air and burn up in the atmosphere, taking trees and power lines with me; the force and violence of one storm, the peace that comes after it, is enough for an entire lifetime.