snapshots

x. storms /November 16, 2013/

i have never considered

the sound of

thunder mixed with lightning

to sound like

angel's bowling

intertwined with

the screeches of

a cat being placed

Into a bath,

until tonight.

i tuck my sheets

farther and father

underneath my chin,

and squeeze my eyes shut.

i listen as the torrents

of rain come down

on my window.

i listen

as the gutter

gurgles,

as an unspoken protest.

'no more!'

it cries.

but the rain does

not let up.

then my dark room

illuminates with

my electronic light

as a crack of thunder

causes me to drop my tablet

in a moment of fright.

i should be asleep

but that is not an

option at the moment.

even if i tried

my heavy lids will not fall,

my creased brows will not relax,

and my brain will not unwind.

storms,

beautiful things of nature,

like natures way of cleansing.