you once sent me a poem by caitlyn siehl when you were drunk about storms and people-- the second thing you would send to me in prose I could understand as if you were the storm or maybe I was but-- I will tell you why storms are named after people.
Because I have left the safety of my house to stand in a torrential downpour, pulled my hair from countless braids just so the wind could feel a bit of the salvo inside of me, and when It rains I love to let it in on secrets, soak my skin till my perfume runs and I steam,
and the thunder only sets my heart a'running, i'd hold a stake beneath the lighting if it meant I could capture some of that spark
( ) if storms are named after people it is because they are beautiful--have you ever seen a richer thing, the clouds like silken quilts, patches and oceanic framework crawling above the mountains, Jesus, they take the earth and throw it round, crack icebergs in half without even trying strike the soil and things still grow if I am meant to be scared of a storm then i am sorely lacking--
i have never not chased a dust devil, the bigger the better I have faced stood in the current and felt every inch a mile mud splattered on my shins with grass stains on my thighs where i have slid across the moss and ran with water, with the leaves torn from trees
why storms are named after people? because they are remarkable leave bruises like bite marks deep and askew that stay long after being left if any place was weathered by you i will return because we have felt the rain-- every inch a mile, running with the wind beneath our jackets, unafraid of the way the rain leaves us
(c) Brooke Otto
there have been storms all week here, and I have loved every minute.