THUNDERSTORMING AND BRAINSTORMING

Lightening-like ideas, brainstorming in stormy weather connecting one's thoughts to electricity in the sky as it lights up with white light, light that is white hot, sizzling as you are again struck with another bolt of lightening, another idea, another way to help someone with your ideas.

Rain coming down in sheets as hailstones plummeting onto the body of your car causing dents, grounded, not being able to swing down a street, instead having the runway of an airplane to take its place, an airplane in your head instead, having a head without dents with an airplane inside your mind that can fly higher than anything except an Angel.

Brain 101 becoming Brain 102, brain power as you continue to spend each day learning, sharing your brainpower with others as you rain down your ideas onto their heads making dents, denting other's brains with common sense, washing with water away all ideas that harm society rather than aid it.

A brain that storms, a bolt of lightening that lightens, electricity from a continuous connection to cyberspace, being in outer space, being on the moon, at night dreaming of the joy of a new moon, another Rosh Chodesh, a Jewish Holiday that comes once a month. A moon that is always shining, a brilliancy of light even at night as the sun reflects off the body of a new crescent moon.

Nights not awakening from sounds of thunder, not seeing flashes of stormy lightening in your eyes, rolling over in bed sound asleep, getting enough sleep to stimulate a brain into Brain 103, a brain that never stops thinking, a Brain 104 that is the source of the lightening itself.

Creating your own bolts of lightening with each new idea, having enough electricity in your mind to lighten up an entire village.

A storm, a strike of lightening, and then a clap of thunder! Clapping your hands in a rainstorm that becomes a brainstorm, whetting our minds with more ideas.

A theatrical show, a symphonic concert, an applause in praise of G-d Who continues this ability to brainstorm as He continues the rainstorm.

A prayer to call for rain, a prayer to call for another idea. A prayer to call for a way to aid those who read your ideas, having a word combination of goodness that opens the minds of others like a sieve, having a rain barrel in your brain being this sieve to catch all ideas, to catch all raindrops.

To be the catch-all of these ideas as you think of another one and as it waters the gardens of the Earth with new ways to solve problems, new raindrops as new ideas falling from the clouds of the blue sky of Heaven each day, as we again brainstorm, in another rainstorm...