Spin-off of "Today's Sky Descript"

The crane was outlined sharply against the night sky by the frequent, erratic lightning. Towering over the flat suburban part of the city, its lights were on, as if it were a poor confused lighthouse in the body of a crane, guiding no-one through the lit darkness of the storm.

And I, seated within the confines of my tall apartamental home, face that same crane and pretend to dance to the rolling erratic thunder's rumble, pretend to dance with lightning as it showers a light rain of fertility down on the awake-yet-oblivious city-dwellers.

I hear the rain through my glass wall, see it pouring down, and think myself, not safe in the warm confines of my towering home, but on the windy rooftop, dancing with static energy and terrifying power.

But 'alas'! I'm not yet she who dances with lightning and rain, who follows the intricate music thunder beats, who gives the appearance of guiding this awesome orchestra. She... she lies asleep within me; it is not yet her turn to arise. For now, this moment, there is only me, myself, in awe and submissive to a will not yet flexible to my desires. But woe onto anyone pretending to play the incongruous role of pesky brick walls when she rises. Woe, for all that lies between her and her goals will be razed, nothing will remain standing. Not when faced against she who bears my hopes as realities in both mind and heart.