i awoke with the thunder
it snapped me out of sleep
R. E. M. disturbed
for my 6:30 am alarm
set by mother nature
the navy sky showed no sign of light
but i knew it was morning
i laid there still,
listening to the streams of little feet
tip-toeing all over the roof
the streetlight outside my window
shone a harsh glow
not at all similar to the warm rays
sunshine often brings…
i roll over.
i consider leaving the warm bed
i consider pouring a cup,
the house would smell
of light roast and rain
lightning disagrees.
she commands me to stay
she flashes the sky a brilliant white.
thunder crashes in agreement,
why am i talking to the storm?
i roll over.
the sky bellows yet again
the tip-toeing on the roof intensifies
i listen as the storm sings her song,
somber, intense, and sad.
she effortlessly rages across the sky
i shiver while she roars,
listening to the echoes
as she cartwheels through.
we are no match for her
she is bigger than all of us.
her presence is known
she likes it that way
she wants us all to know
she has power
she flaunts her beauty
the lowly wind howls
as the sky flashes white,
another round rumbles through.
night violently turns to day
she is done
as quickly as it began,
her beautiful tantrum ends.
6:47 am, i see glints of pink
in the once black sky.
i roll over.