Similarities with a Storm
Angry thunder claps
echoing from one corner of the world to another
In this small house I feel the hardwood quiver under my feet
the lights flicker in strain
to keep my little world afloat
in the angry flood of rain that beats relentlessly against the battered exterior
Small and brilliant flashes of lightning christening the dull soil
to which most life has been drained
eager to replenish its dying mother
things seem bleak
but how beautiful is something so wild?
Something no mortal being can control
A thunder storm,
begging for acknowledgment
How similar we are,
aggressive and unforgiving.
I sip my coffee
giving her the attention she deserves
My mind finally
allowed to rest.