Death From Above

The sky opened and loosed upon us its fury in the form of rain. Gauging the reaction of the crowd I assumed it was some sort of acid-rain, laced with bits of debris from a satellite or that there were nails hidden within those clouds and I began to run for shelter. I was a little embarrassed when I realized it was only regular rain.

Oh, for a ring like Solomon wore. I understand he had 700 wives and 300 concubines. Ain't that something. Wisdom comes to me like sleep these day, in short bursts that do me no good anyway. Like a nail-laced raincloud, my thoughts promise redemption and deliver pain.

When I got to my car, the windshield wipers wouldn't work, and I had to wait until it stopped raining before I could drive it home. The lightening was stunning. Brilliant flashes coupled with terrifying rumbles of thunder that made me realize no amount of wisdom can protect you from the willfulness of a sudden summer storm. I'm learning, I'm just learning slowly.