The Goddess Dancing

I was soundly asleep when I heard the noise. I thought the world was ending. It sounded like the planet was splitting in half. When I was awake enough to figure that this wasn’t very likely to happen, I thought a massive earthquake must have been about to strike (if you’ve ever been in an earthquake, you’ll know that you hear them before you feel them). It struck me then that my room would be one of the worst places to be in an earthquake. It’s a platform above my lounge, with no barrier along the edge to prevent people from falling off. You get up to it by means of a ladder leading through a hole in the floor. No doorways to seek shelter under and plenty of opportunities for falling.

But when the lightning struck and the rain began to pelt down, it suddenly made sense. A 4am eletrical storm. The panoramic window in my bedroom gave me the most invigorating view. The lightning flashed over the hill which is the view from my bedroom, dramatically silhouetting the trees. Bella the witch’s cat stirred on my bed and found herself bewitched by the storm, too. We sat together and watched in awe for several minutes.

Then I began to get a vision. The goddess dancing in the rain, lightning crackling from her hair, thunder rolling from her feet and hands. The storm which started out seeming scary, and became beguilling then became utterly joyful.

The storm went on for a long time. Before it finished I fell back to sleep. But it was blissful, energising sleep. The next morning I awoke full of joy and wonder at the world.