hey, joe, whadda ya know?

I know that the sky is sureal today.
in one direction there are fluffy, billowing white clouds, and blue sky, leaving dark shadows on the green lower part of the snow capped mountain.
in another direction there are thunder clouds, the rain visible from a distance, pouring down on that section of mountain.
in another direction the sky is dark, overcast--and there is a sandstorm below, the earth dancing, leaping to reach the sky.

i know the power of the winds and rain, i have been in hurricaines.
their fury sends a thrill through me, a moment of recognizing my own smallness, my own weakness.
but i refuse to be afraid.
there is no fear, only the present.
the ocean crashing angrily at the matchstick wharfs, which once looked so permanent.
it unleashes such vengeful wrath on small boats that they are smashed to pieces and carried away.
this ocean i love the way i love God--from a distance, admiringly, but rightfully afraid of the power.
this ocean which is usually in harmony with the sky and shore, now tries to destroy them both.
leaping, growling, stretching past its confinement, it seems to want to take in all of the earth around it--driven by hunger?by jealousy? by pure rage? we know not.
the wind bending trees, pushing them, mercilessly into the ground, top first--the loud cracking of 100 year old trees lost in the howling of the wind, the slamming of the rain.
rain in sheets, driving holes into the ground with the force of each droplet.

and now i'm horny.
...and why does that surprise me??
i would love to be on the wet grass, with all of that chaos around me, fucking...

okay, okay, enough of that.
time to cook dinner.
just thought i'd throw ya a bone (no pun intended)....