Two nights in a row
has my sleep been interrupted
by
cracks and rolls of thunder
and
flickers and jolts of light.
I mind not.

Looking out the window from my  bed
to see the trees and houses
across the way
light up, and shake
as mine does,
I wonder if they are too, awake.
Softness fills the quiet, black intervals
as rain starts falling down.
Forces larger than any one
or group of people
are at play now.

Allow the thunder, light and rain
to fill the soul with humility
and modesty.
Welcome them
for the sun has come out in the mornings
with the dampened pavement
and droplets on grass blades
the only evidence
of what passed through mere hours before.