Anatomy of a Thunderstorm – A Metaphor

Heavy, humid air

The weight of the impending storm

Pressing down, drawing out

The sky yearning for relief

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Darkened, thick clouds approaching

Rich and deep, with the promise of rain

Rumbling in anticipation

Bearing down in preparation

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And then…

The first flash

The initial burst that opens the sky

Electrifying the laden atmosphere

And lighting the way for what is to come

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Drop

By tentative drop

Sliding slowly down a window

Hesitant at first, each patter creating ripples

That flow into one another

Gradually increasing in tempo

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Until the comforting steadiness

Begins to pick up speed

Constant, bouncing off each surface

Soaking the thirsty ground with increasing intensity

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Until the lightning

Banging thunder

Pounding rain

Assault the senses and threaten to flood over

Pressing on and on, louder and louder, stronger and stronger

With blinding flashes and earth-shaking explosions

Overwhelming the earth

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And then…the light

Breathing through the receding rain

Edging away the softening thunder

Quieting the rioting sky

Slowly, softly, gently

Peace

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So Many Blessings

Feeling a little more pensive today…

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At times I sail through golden days

Soaking in the joyful ways

Music flowing out of me

And smiling over what could be

 

An easy laugh, a clever word

Flitting like a hummingbird

Creative and connected and heart-free

 

But the lonely night, they always come

And reminders of where grief comes from

The aching arms, the empty soul

And the fear I’ll never become whole

 

Then as tears fall, I reach for what I know

And in sorrow, reminders start to grow

And though I may not have the what or who I think I need

I can count so many blessings till my heavy heart is freed

So many blessings

 

Sometimes the memories are dark

And I can’t find a single spark

Invisible I take each breath

At times it seems a living death

 

But when I look beyond the veil

I realize even when I fail

My life is worth to be lived

And there is love that’s left to give

 

Then as tears fall, I reach for what I know

And in sorrow, reminders start to grow

And though I may not have the what or who I think I need

I can count so many blessings till my heavy heart is freed

So many blessings

Belonging as described by Chris Janson

I blogged awhile back about love and belonging.  I just found/heard one of the best definitions of belonging and love when they are intertwined:

“And when I’m holdin’ her
It’s like peace on earth
Where time stands still
Love’s the only thing, yeah that I feel
When she’s in my arms
No matter where we are
You know I’m right at home when I’m holdin’ her”

Thank you, Chris Janson, for singing, “When I’m Holding Her”

Simple Fantasy

More music from this new side of my brain…

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Like marrying a superstar or learning how to fly

Like winning Miss America or having skinny thigs

Though it’ll never happen, no it’ll never be

There’s nothing wrong with having just a simple fantasy

 

So if you figured what I’m thinking, baby don’t you fret

Cause a good imagination hasn’t killed nobody yet

And though I know I’m never gonna win your lottery

Just look the other way, it’s just a simple fantasy

 

Every woman I know has a simple fantasy

A little secret dream that she knows will never be

A wicked little notion that nobody ever sees

No need to worry ‘bout a simple fantasy

 

Now life gets lonely when your living on your own

And the years are passing and the oats have all been sown

And the path that you followed wasn’t everything it seemed

So you let your mind wander and you have a little dream

 

Now maybe it surprises you to have a secret fan

But baby it shouldn’t cause, damn, you’re such a man

And don’t worry, I know that you don’t belong to me

Just look the other way from my simple fantasy

 

Every woman I know has a simple fantasy

A little secret dream that she knows will never be

A wicked little notion that nobody ever sees

No need to worry ‘bout a simple fantasy

 

 

Let’s Make a Memory Again

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Dancing through wildflowers, bare feet on the sand

Sitting in front of the fire holding hands

These are the dreams that I dream when the world has grown cold.

 

Watching bad movies and singing real loud

Hugging my children when they make me proud

These are the moments I’ll cherish when I have grown old.

 

And the days and the moments stretch out into tears

And we use all our memories to cover our fears

So that when we look back we can say we were fearless and bold

 

So let’s make a memory, dear

Now that we both are here.

Let’s take this moment slow and drink it all in.

 

If you’ll just hold me tight

And whisper all through the night

Then we can both face the morning and smile at the places we’ve been.

 

Let’s make a memory again.

 

One of these days when our living is done

And we look back on the race we have won

All of the moments will comfort us and keep us strong

 

Riches and power, they won’t be enough

All that will matter is how we have loved

And how many lifetimes we fit into one lifetime long

 

So let’s make a memory, dear

Now that we both are here.

Let’s take this moment slow and drink it all in.

 

If you’ll just hold me tight

And whisper all through the night

Then we can both face the morning and smile at the places we’ve been.

 

Let’s make a memory again.

 

When Her Hair’s Down

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He knew her and her fresh pressed dress

Prim-and-proper doing her best

He saw her, every hair in place

An innocent smile upon her face

She was a good girl through and through

So naïve, followed every rule

Every Sunday second pew

Just like she was supposed to do

 

But she’s done living through the years

She has cried her share of tears

Learned that life’s not black and white

And sometimes what we need’s not right

And though inside her heart’s still good

Sometimes she don’t do what she should

You knew her all those years ago

But there are things you may not know

 

You may not know when her hair’s down

That she lets go knows how to drown

Her kisses they can light a fire

And she can stoke a man’s desire

She longs to dance the night away

Make love until the break of day

That girl’s got passion left to spare

Whenever she lets down her hair

 

Sometimes she lies awake in bed

The past and present in her head

Reconciling light and heat

To mix the bitter with the sweet

That tender heart and sense of right

Is still alive and well inside

But there’s another side to her

And it’s a fire to be sure

 

You may not know when her hair’s down

That she lets go knows how to drown

Her kisses they can light a fire

And she can stoke a man’s desire

She longs to dance the night away

Make love until the break of day

That girl’s got passion left to spare

Whenever she lets down her hair

 

If I could

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“If you could do anything you wanted right now, if you could live whatever moment you wanted to, what would it be?” He asked as they sat on the faded old bench.

She looked out across the horizon knowing he was just making conversation but wishing she could say whatever she wanted.  “Well, let’s see…”

I’d like to go fishing and catch one or two

To spend a few hours just talking with you

To know what it felt like if you were to take my hand

I’d like to pour you a drink or bring you a beer

To hear your voice tell me what I need to hear

To feel like a woman while making you feel like a man

I’d like to know what it feels like to be in your arms

To get drunk with kisses and, be weak with your charms

To take in the moonlight reflected in each of your eyes

If I could make a few memories and live a few dreams

I’m pretty darn sure you’re as good as you seem

I know it sounds crazy, I know what I’m saying ain’t wise

But it’s a wish I just can’t quite disguise

I see your expression, and I’ve said too much

But I must be honest; I’m craving your touch

I hope you’ll forgive me for wanting to feel you this way

You don’t have to answer, I already know

And though it’s not fair I don’t want you to go

And yes I’ll admit that my heart’s feeling lonely today

But baby, I’d like you to stay

Baby I’d like you to stay

Now please don’t you worry when you say goodbye

For my sake don’t notice the tears in my eyes

And though I’m not sorry, I know that my dreams are no good

But that’s what I’d do if I could

“You still here?” He asked, chuckling.  “Is that a hard question?”

She turned to him, smiling.  “Fishing,” she said.  “I’d love to go fishing.”