I love a good
rip-roaring
summer thunderstorm
when the temperature
drops ten degrees
in a matter of minutes
and I’m wrapped up
in a blanket
over my shorts and tee shirt
with an adult beverage to sip
while I watch the sky
and count seconds – between
the earth gets washed clean
in the pouring rain
along with my heart
and the bracing cold
and clink of ice in my glass
warms me, somehow
I breathe deep
of freshness
and wholeness
and the grief
that weighs heavy on my tender heart
takes a back seat
to nature’s
nighttime show
of fire and brimstone
the crash of lightning
startling me almost as much as the
boom of thunder
till it waxes and wanes
spent in the beauty
of nature’s wonder
