As clouds gather in the distance
I anticipate the coming storm
looking forward to the mother nature’s fireworks
the rumbling and grumbling of the Gods
their bowling in the sky that was explained to me as a child
I shiver with anticipation
in awe at the raw power
enjoying the majesty of the light and shadow
My eyes blink then stare into space
looking for more brilliance
I jump and cringe from the sheer cacophony of chaos
I time the difference between the light and sound
knowing the distance between
multiplied by X
is how far away the storm is
loving the discord
snuggling in my blanket
Safe in my home
when the storm passes too soon……..
I am bereft of succor.
Awash in loneliness.
© Evelyn Garone 7.15.14