White Cracks in the Clouds

The most elegant lightening bolts ripped through the sky as if God, in an angry frenzy, wanted to tear the firmament a sunder - beautiful even in his destruction.

Tomorrow I'll get on a plane and go to a place where there are no thunderstorms. So I am thankful that I got to see this display of weather today.

I'll miss hearing the soft purr of thunder way off in the distance, waiting for it to grow into a growl and make the walls tremble.

I'll miss the backdrop of silver clouds hanging over the land like velvet curtains being ripped apart revealing white electricity through narrow fissures that quickly close up again.

I've said several times that I'm obsessed with the sky. All that it contains and gives simultaneously - fire and water. It's kaleidoscopic shine with infinite hues.

So much brilliance and electricity in a split second . . . what does it take to spark humanity?