The last time it rained
I stepped outside into the grey air
And I caught some lightning in a jar
Like a violent firefly.
And I held it up against the sky
With its cold light and its diamond rain
And I felt the hum through the pads of my fingers
And thumping in my chest
And I realized that I am alive
For good or ill,
For better or worse,
I am electric.
I am the thrum of a storm in the air like music.
For all that I have lost,
For all my pointless love,
I am vividly alive.

So I pried up the lid.