i awoke with the thunder

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.