It's All the Rage

You can feel it. Deep down in your liver, and in your bones, you can feel an ominous rumble. And it's growing stronger. It's growing closer. You weren't sure at first, but now you are. You said, "I'm glad it's not raining, but it feels like it should be."

It's an almost comforting thunder, the kind of storm that you HAVE to feel from miles and time zones and months away. You know it's big. And you know that it could have catastrophic results, but you're content with the idea. Because it could wash us all away, or just galvanize us into moving forward once it has passed. Because all progress stopped while we've been expecting it.

And secretly, you know its origin. You know it was sent for you, by you, because you asked for it. You said, "You know what we need? We need a fuckin' Judgment Day!" Because it could wash us all away.