An Embodied Tempest

Written by: Albert Ahearn

A gray stormy sky matched my mood; its violent, tempestuous streaks of discontinuous light fired across a charged atmosphere soon answered by thunderous claps. My mood is not unlike the storm: It is emotionally charged, unrestrained and prone to tantrums that spark an electricity too powerful to be controlled; and like the tempest where wind blows and precipitation follows so too does my angry blowups injure causing a flood of tears.