vibrantabyss

*Still* not a warm thundershower to go dancing in, but I *have* asked three times to be caught in a hail storm this year.  Thank you for finally acceding to my request.  It is moments like this, the bite of the cold water, soon dulling to a pleasant wet even as it ramps to a deluge... the sting of impacts, at first mistaking that for extra shock from the cold, and then realizing, and staring in wonder, and opening my arms to the sky and drinking it all in, feeling the energy, the force, the chaos and the solitude.  delighting in the rolling thunder, so close yet I never saw a flash from the near ones, only distant and only as a sudden lighting of the gray, no bolt cutting a visible path.

this is what feeds me.

fyi - i've never been in more than pea-sized hail before, and let me say getting beaned by things the size of shooter marbles *hurts* but not enough to make me seek shelter.  But it bloomed for such a short time, so in I came to catch the memories while the smell was still fresh in my nose and the rest of the sensations still dancing in my veins.