Of all days these are the days of revelation, and days and nights of rain,  t h u n d e r  and a  c l e a r i n g   s k y  may be what I like most. It is not the rain, not the lightning or the roar of thunder. It is the release of tension, the redistribution of energies, and the way it reminds me of how it would never be the same if we never got soaking wet, how you could never appreciate the good if you never faced the bad - or so he said - and on the top of it all, it would never happen without precedence and anticipation;
s t o r m s     are    predictable, hardly ever out of the blue, and then they are always meant to be, no wonder it is almost (always)
u n a v o i d a b l e, just like the sun which will eventually break through the sky, just like the   t r u t h,   hidden within, which you know, don't you, better than I. You say I know it all, and I say I am not perfect.

[ the music is "liquid diamonds" by tori amos ]