THE RAIN IN HOLLYWOOD
It rained in North Hollywood last night. Not just a calm rain but the kind where angels go bowling though pins made of clouds. The lighting was so strong that with each strike my whole room lit up from light entering though the window. It was the kind of storm that makes you realize how alone you really are when no one else is around. Made me take stock of my own insignificance. I wondered if I stood in the middle of my back yard with a metal stick aimed towards the heavens would I be worth a lightning strike or like so many other things I aim for just end up cold and wet and standing alone.
-Mia A. 2007