I walked once the streets of my home. My bare feet in communion with the pavement and stones. I wandered this night, cold and rainy, wet from head to toe.

Thunder rolls through the alleys and streets, a crash to follow a flash of light that comes from nowhere and everywhere. A front-loaded rumbling that starts hard and softens after moments. The purr of the sky.

I find the beach, and stare out on tumultuous waters. White-caps and chaos as waves go in every direction, jostling water and forms made fuzzy by the spit-slap of heavy rains.

Another moment of painful brightness.

A cloak of rain, bare feet in the sand.

Storm, please dissolve me.