Thunderstorm

I stood there, and watched the lightning dart overhead, and It hit me finally. Wow. maybe there is more to life than I ever realized. It dawned upon me, it finally clicked, life can't always be controlled. I, nor anybody else could control where that lightning went, yet, as I walked through the rain, alone, twords those bright headlights of the parked car, I felt like a God. I felt like nothing could harm me. I felt like I was the only one there. Peoples quiet chatter, and screaming at the rain for it ruining their hair, for those few moments, they weren't there, for those few moments, it was only Me, The Car, The Lightning, and The Rain. The people, the thunder, the sounds, the pitter patter of little children's feet, it was all gone, Solitude. It was astounding, given I did begin to cry when I came back to reality. Luckily nobody could notice because they all thought it was raindrops running down my face. But, that thunderstorm raining over my concrete kingdom of the plaza, brought me to a place, to a happiness that I haven't been to in a Very Long time. It absolutely astounds me that a single bolt of lightning could take me so far away, and a single crack of thunder could bring it all back, *sigh* I guess it's back to the reality of worthlessness and lack of self-esteem, at least until the next good bolt of lightning splits the sky in half again