Wednesday, September 24, 2003

the fate of the world can be decided in less than 5 minutes

there's about 5 minutes of time that i like.
usually late fall (sometimes spring)
right before the storm.
No rain,
but the air is soaked, not hot,
but soaked.
the wind is blowing a steady statement,
and occasionally yelling in gusts.
you feel as though something dreadful
could happen at any moment.
Electricity engulfs the atmosphere.
The world could end right here.
And so it may.
you might get the feeling that you are--
the only person alive.
Visions of Apocalypse,
and waves of doom impending
float through.
you are gritting your teeth,
grinding with anticipation.
waiting for this event,
this MONUMENTOUS Event,
to hurl itself upon the earth.
standing in its midst
breathing it all in
watching people shut their windows
and locking their doors.
Preparing
---- for it all to end.

Then it hits you.
----- A Drop.
-------- Then Two.

Then it all falls.

And so does your guilty hope.
"It's just another rainstorm."
Co-Worker 232 says as you
both trudge back to (hell)work.


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