Similarities with a Storm

Updated on October 3, 2017

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

The rain

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.


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