Daily Archives: June 29, 2013

How I feel about Thunderstorms

Thunderstorms, although sometimes tragic are also very beautiful in my opinion; they are dark and they make wonderful patterns and colors in the sky as they’re forming.  The smell of the thunderstorm is wonderful, like the sea, you can taste the saltiness in the air and how quiet and still everything becomes in anticipation of its coming.  Such respect founded by all life in nature, like the suspense of a royal visit.

I love watching the show from my window, the lightning, the rain, sometimes the wind and how quickly the clouds rush in the sky; very much like a royal pass by, where it’s full speed ahead for the King or Queen of nature, make way, make way, with such deafening trumpeting processions following with it.

Then, everything goes back to normal quite quickly once the show is over; his excellency has passed, everything back to normal, nothing more to see here and as a gift for being so good, all the colors of our plants and vegetation becomes brighter and happier looking, like excited gossips within crowds.

If has been a particularly hot day before the storm came, you’d be thankful for the break in humidity after the visit too, I love to run around in thunderstorms, it gives me some kind of energy, probably from the electrical charges in the lightning – some people, particularly spirits and witches are very electric by nature, so will feel at one with the storm and regenerated after it.

This was also posted on my other blog site traineegoddess.com



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Gypsies forecast

A ball of crystal sits upon a dais, smoke fills the room

A haggard gypsy woman sits over it prophesying doom

I sit and look concerned, this prophecy has overturned any joy I had within

She clutches my hand, tells me fortune will be lost

She denies my gift of silver and a blessing she embossed upon my very soul

I find the event, very droll

Confounded I leave her tent, with my fate in mind

Telling me of future dooms, surely was unkind?

Though she denied my silver and did a blessing on me

These thoughts shall never leave me, nor allow me to live free

I walk on home, wondering, how long I’ll have that place?

I wonder if a gypsy fortune has been done to displace, my happiness, my heart, my joys

I sometimes wonder if this gypsy loves to toy with people of high class

Knowing my fate of misery is within God’s hourglass

I have respect for gypsies; now don’t get upset for that

I was just taken unawares, by this future fact

I stumble on, in my life, wondering what will go wrong

Hence why I am stumbling for my words, with this little song

But hopefully nothing will happen of that sordid forecast

Maybe by some luck god will smash that sand glass?

However, I wait all tensed, to see if it will come

The story of my ruin, the future that’s so glum

Will it be soon, or quite far?

She never did let on

But anyways, this has given me, a good idea for a song





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