Sleep didn’t come easy last night. And the GeGe needs her beauty
sleep I can tell you that. As metaphor is always to my liking, I
wondered if any of you think of the outside weather as something
that happens within you? LIke.. what does the thunder of you
have to say? Or, a light spring rain? Pull in what seems
outside of you, within you, and let those feelings give
you information. What’s stirring your Spring thunder?
The house rocked last night it wasn’t Pink Floyd or Bruce Sprinstein, It wasn’t Jimi Hendrix on the gittar. It wasn’t the Rolling Stones It was the hard roll of Spring Thunder shakin’ the house down I wanted to like it. I wanted to let the crash and bang of it fill me up with its sky jive. Quiver the timber of me Watch the zig and zag of lightening rip the darkness apart I wanted to feel the charge of Thunder pillow talk me up. The house rocked last night and rolled the dog beneath the sheets Pressed his trembles and shudder into my body. He panted his desperation all over me. I covered my head with a pillow It talked to me in quiet trembles. It spoke to memories of when storms and love rocked and shook the house down.