Wild nights...

Thunderstorms all around us tonight. Wild pyrotechnics in the sky. When I was younger I would sit outside during storms like these, trying to absorb some of the power and restlessness of the sky, thrilled by the sheer chaos. It is electricity after all, and every cell in our bodies responds to a charged atmosphere, so it is no wonder to me that I feel myself magnetized by it. A poem occurs to me tonight that seems to capture the mood quite nicely. Thanks Emily. :)

Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
~Emily Dickinson