Thunderstorm

Tonight is a night I could use a good thunderstorm.
Shake things up,
burn them to the ground.
Tear it down, limb by limb
and watch the bark peel from the trunk,
destroying,
creating,
revitalizing.
Strike after strike the lightening hits,
and somehow it always misses me.
One bolt,
then two.
Three,
Then four.
All around me the wind rages on,
and your voices, all of your voices,
swim inside of my head,
crying out for my attention.
You can't have a rainbow without the rain,
Or so I'm told.
And you can't have a good forest fire
Without a thunderstorm.
Let the fires burn.
I'm ready.