The Rapture

It’s slow season down here in Mal Pais. It rains a lot throughout the days, and most nights there are crazy powerful storms.

Around a month ago, my wife and I were woken up in the middle of the night by a crack of lightning. I swear to God I thought it was the rapture and Jesus was coming back.

First, there was what sounded like a bomb explosion and then a crack of lightning like I’ve never heard in my life.  G and I instantly grabbed onto each other thinking it was the end of the world. The dogs were trying to get under the bed, my heart was racing like crazy, she was crying. It was terrifying.  The storm kept on through the night, eventually, we drifted off to sleep again.

In the morning the storm had passed. The jungle was there outside, with its clicks and chirps. I woke up, walked downstairs with the dogs and made coffee. The dogs pushed each other out of the way in an attempt to get more attention. I thought of the explosive sound and the incredible power of that crack of lightning, it was fascinating.

I remembered a woman I had tattooed who had been struck by lightning, it had exited her body through her feet and calf, three different exit points. She had lost her husband, but I think her son survived. They were all struck.

We live on the land where thunder and lightning play and I’m good with that. I was just glad Jesus didn’t come back becasueI would have been fucked.


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