It is raining,
Thunder outside and rain on the roof
Create a symphony
That no man-made instruments can provide,
Safe
and happy
And soaking my carpet
Because I like the way that the rain is blowing
Into my face
In the toxic heat of a summer night.
I've just closed the windows
And the rain has stopped only moments after
It's funny how
Nature has a way
Of letting you know
That things will be alright.
At least I will always have the rain,
And the slightly musty smell of a carpet
That I have sacrificed
To the storm.
