Random acts of Blasphemy

Atmospheric Superiority

There’s something viscerally comforting about that first thunderclap. The suspicion that the electric tension you’ve been feeling the last few hours had nothing to do with the remnants of a frustrating day at the office or that recent fight you had with your mom. It’s a precarious state of relief mixed with anticipation, knowing that this is just the beginning of a tumultuous moment that (for once) has nothing to do with you. You are allowed to be a little scared and a little tense and this time you don’t have to fix or obsess about a damn thing. While the storm rattling in the distance certainly mirrors the storm of worry and dread in your mind, this time the deluge is not your fault. Flashes of white-hot lightning remind you of that jolt of panic from earlier in the day: did I unplug the flatiron… did I pay the housecleaner… but you need not answer. The thunder has done it for you, rolling along with it the relief of Thank God I’m not in trouble right now. Tiny patters of rain syncopate with the tapping of your fingertips on the keyboard, desperately trying to keep up with the electronic maelstrom of correspondence and projects that gravely need your attention. Suddenly you can’t keep up, and the rain is even busier than you can even imagine yourself to be. Jeez, at least you weren’t that far behind.

Thunderstorms give me delicious excuses, the least of which is to take it easy on myself.  There’s nothing going on in my life that’s as treacherous as this storm at this moment. And God bless it if it isn’t just too nasty outside to drive to that engagement I’ve been avoiding? Snuggling up to you doesn’t mean I’m needy, I just get a little nervous when the wind blows that hard. When the world outside becomes more perilous than the consternation I feel inside, I find a moment of peace. If nature can get that pissed off, blow off some steam, then let it go… well then there might be some hope for me too. Leave it to me to find comfort in my judgementalism of chaotic weather.


  1. Pritch

    All I can say is WOW.

    I totally agree with the comments above. You are brilliant and gifted in many ways, and now I see another side of Sara. Writing is an art and you touch peoples hearts and minds with your pen, keyboard or Blog.

    All ya need is LOVE!


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