Inspired by a midnight thunderstorm ... |
Stormy Night Thunder grumbles, rumbles, CRACK! mere seconds after a blinding flash illuminates the midnight sky. A lone raindrop splats on the window pane quickly joined by another and then another and then another in rapid succession. A gust of wind BURSTS in through the open window lifting the blinds and making them dance before smacking them back down. The air smells damp, electric charged - something is about to happen. You roll over, muttering softly seemingly unaware of the storm which even after 16 years seems so incredible to me and drape your arm across my stomach just as another flare of light and then another and then another erupt in blazing flashes. Counting 1-2-3 CRACK! BOOM! The sky opens up with a torrent of rain - the sound deafening even overwhelming the explosive thunder. And still you do not awaken ~ you roll away from me turning your back to me. I stroke your bare back listening to the storm unable to sleep - wishing for perhaps the millionth time that I could sleep through the storms too. ***** This poem was inspired by a midnight thunderstorm which my husband miraculously slept through. Earlier in the day we were talking about how he was handling my father's battle with cancer (he and my dad are VERY close). At the end of our conversation he commented that "denial was the river that watered his family tree." |