"Power" - 10/29/04
When the storm comes, I have to be there.
I want to feel the temperature drop
In one minute eternity.
I want to feel the static in the air
Envelop me, on the edge of sensory perception.
I want to feel the thunder roll the ground
In tiny waves beneath me.
I have to be there.
I want to see the forked flashes fall,
Archaic messages from an angry god.
I want to see the reverse rain created
As the drops bounce off of the ground, back into the air.
I want to see the streets emptied and the umbrellas shaken
Through the water trickling into my eyes.
I have to be there.
I want to hear the sigh of the water rushing
Around corners, down inclines, into rivulets.
I want to hear the crashes like drums
Better than any man-made beat.
I want to hear the splashes of running feet
Through puddles they're disturbing with their haste.
I have to be there
Because I need to feel the power of it.
Because I need to feel helpless.
Because I need to feel that there is something more.