Burza

(This blog was originally posted on my former blogsite on March 31st, 2008.  I am reposting it here, I repost it everywhere.)

I heard my first rumble of thunder just moments ago and I was jealous.  The sky is capable and allowed to express itself without restraint and I am burdened with a frustration that I just can’t shake.  Thunder cares not of the consequence of it’s action or the foul weather it brings.  I want to make thunder, not just fill in the gaps of this meager existence.

Burza: Polish word for storm and often said by my great-grandfather.