Today is First Friday.

And we are staying home.

It is a strange time/world we are living in.

Our area is becoming a hot spot yet life continues on, seemingly oblivious in many regards.

I grumbled about for most of the afternoon, lamenting my inability to participate in the festivities. My husband and I sharing the mindset that it is just not the responsible thing to do.

I am stopped mid grumble by a darkening sky not in the forecast.
A sudden storm with no sign of letting up.

Lightning flashes, thunder crashes and I question my ability to control the Universe.

I wonder if I am suddenly coming into my powers; my irritation manifesting into an impressive display designed to ruin the fun for everyone.

My cheeks pucker and I taste the sourness of this yearning on the sides of my tongue.

Notice it is joyless.
Will the rain to stop; wish for sweetness instead.

Realize this vindictive intention has a life of its own as the sky opens up in earnest and the rain pours down.