#cheese thunder

Early warnings: The horses shake their heads like they're trying to shake the devil off. The air feels metallic, heavy, wet.

And I, sensitive to everything, get a sensation on my right shoulder blade almost like a rubber band, gently snapping.

Green sky pressing down, down until at once – it lifts. There's a breath of cool air.

The deluge comes in a wave. Sometimes you can see it moving toward you, inexorable — a baptism, or a blessing.

Next comes the curse, electric. (I never found it punishing, instead, a mikveh. Let it strike and strike again, I will celebrate, dancing in invitation.)

The world shakes, gently, gently, letting the ache of the day out of its muscles. Long and low, slow like a stretch.