Thunder

Thunder has begun to echo off of the hills tonight and I want to write about it. Something inspiring. I want to talk about the cold damp air, the mist as it hangs between the houses and frames the streetlights in weary halos. The dogwood blossoms optimistically facing upwards, pelted by the random raindrops as the storm moves in.

But nothing will come; The words just won't come.

I use to rail in frustration just months ago as the inspiration, the ability to write fled from me; now I just rail at the antipathy I feel towards it all.

Where the words once would flow so fast from my mind, thought after thought in perfect order, I now am just determined, no not determined - resigned to simply flail words on the page in hopes of somehow piecing my thoughts together.