It’s storming tonight. I absolutely love night storms. I love the energy, the sound, and how surreal (and ominous at times) the night sky looks. Here’s hoping I will find some time to cook something soon, but until then, here is a poetry ditty.
She was transfixed
by the thunder and lighting in the night sky.
She was fascinated
at how the earth soaked up the relentless rain.
Yet the chaos of everything was somehow comforting.
Although alone, she felt whole.
She felt complete.
She loved how the rain made the morning lush and green.
And how the storm made everything
grow so beautifully.
Perhaps when it stops raining,
she will learn to do the same.