Storms

Some people say they love to see the sun come after a storm, wait to see if a rainbow can shine after that cacophony of noise and those flashes of powerful light. But me, i prefer a storm that ends at night. A storm that when it clears, shows me the stars in the heavens and the full moon casting a silver glow. I want to stand in a damp night, tennis shoes squeaking on the pavement and squishing in the wet fallen leaves, and stare up into the sublime infinity of a clear night sky. I want to know that while my world experienced the destructive force of nature, the universe was only blocked from sight, not swallowed by the dark clouds. I want to walk again across 71st street as a kid who's parents understood the interest a storm can stir, so was allowed to stay up past his bed time. I want to stand again on the roof of 8027, smoking the days last cig, inhaling the damp air, the sweet nicotine and the infinity of space. I want to go to my secret place, looking between the tall buildings, over the top of Greis and stand because it is too wet to sit, while trying to see my reflection in the moon. I want to stay up later then i ever have for too many days in a row because i cant believe this JFRC life is coming to an end, sitting on my balcony, watching my shoes dry, and thinking maybe if i count the stars, i will remember how the night sky looks after a storm in my favorite city of all, in the best place i have ever lived.