The Good That Won’t Come Out  

Burza

by Grinning Soul on January 1st, 2009

(This blog was originally posted on my former blogsite on March 31st, 2008.  I am reposting it here because…well, I like it.)

I heard my first rumble of thunder just moments ago and I was jealous.  The sky is capable and allowed to express itself without restraint and I am burdened with a frustration that I just can’t shake.  Thunder cares not of the consequence of it’s action or the foul weather it brings.  I want to make thunder, not just fill in the gaps of this meager existence.

Burza: Polish word for storm and often said by my great-grandfather.

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3 Responses

  1. Dino Corvino

    11:31 pm on January 1st

    I totally agree with that. I absolutely agree.


  2. oldwoodchair

    11:32 pm on January 1st

    Grinning Soul: I never put into concious thought why I so love thunder & a good storm, but you just hit it. Thank you for teaching me that. I think you may be wiser than you know.

    owc


  3. Grinning Soul

    11:42 pm on January 1st

    The first thunderstorm of the year is an ethereal experience for me. Being winter, I miss it dearly. Snow is so silent. I guess there could be something to say about that though as well…but by someone else.

    I want to walk in the rain…now!


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