Anyone who was a fan of Prince was shocked by the news of his death yesterday. I was writing out an incident report at work when I received a text message from a friend informing me of his passing. The morning started out promising with clear skies and sun; but clouds rolled in sometime around 10:00 a.m. Just after lunch, the rain started to fall; first a drizzle and then a down pour. The thunder echoed loudly through the valley, as strong winds rattled the windows of my office.
My mood changed from apathy to melancholy. By mid-afternoon, a local warning was sent out, as six people were admitted to the hospital due to a fentayl overdose — all within hours of each other. It felt like the storm was a result of all that was wrong in the world yesterday.
My emotions were as dismal as the weather. After work, I drove home to prepare for my evening fitness class. Last night was my first night back to teaching, and I hadn’t even planned out the class yet. I put on my music and began preparing the warm-up, and then the rain started again. The smell of wet pavement walfted through the open windows. It was intoxicating. My spirits began to lift.
The class went perfectly, and the energy in the studio was exhilirating. After class, I hopped on the spin bike for a quick 30 minute ride before returning home. It was late by the time I got home, close to 8pm. I started dinner before jumping into the shower to wash off two hours of workout sweat. The feeling of warm water washing over my aching tired body was pure heaven. I took my time in the shower, allowing my body and mind to relax. Then I threw on a tank top and shorts, poured a chilled glass of Sauvignon Blanc, and sat down for dinner.
I opened my kitchen window and sat down to eat. The rain had started again, but the air was crisp and the breeze felt good. I turned on the radio; the DJ voice was somber as he talked about the passing of a pop icon — next he plays the song “Purple Rain”. This song has always moved me; it’s one of those songs you close your eyes to and just drift with. I turned back to my dinner, and took a sip of wine. My dog was resting her head on the top of my feet, and all of a sudden a flash of lightning spreads across the sky. I felt the hairs on my arms rise, and I began to cry. “Honey, I know, I know, I know times are changing…” tears and wine lingered on my tongue. I can’t even explain the rush of emotions I was feeling. The lightning storm was at it’s peak, and the rain was falling in rhythm with my tears.
Lightning storms are common at this time of year, but yesterday’s storm is one I will remember forever. RIP Prince.