Thoughts in a thunderstorm

The storm

The mighty thunderstorm rages, seething, Menacingly it watches me cower by my window, Rudely awakened from my slumber, peals of angry thunder rends the iridescent, dazzling sky, Eyes adjusting in blurred confusion, to the blinding dancing lights of nature's wrath, I watch in terror as mother nature roared~

The parade

Across the sky the clouds flotilla, in riotous clashing and discordance, Jingles, jangles, rattles, clangs and clinks with a caterwauling so ferocious, I shrink and shudder as the garlands of fire crackle and blaze upon the wind torn night~

As a ruthless bolt of lightning spreads it's tentacles in angered indignation, Yet unprovoked, infuriated and with a mighty roar, it's wrath of fiery vengeance is unleashed upon the unsuspecting trees, Poles of light with wires swaying, all burst into riotous flames which danced and glimmered as the watery parade unfolded throughout the night~

The crescendo

As sparks flew, the rain lashed and gnashed, and thunder quarreled in it's blazing array of colors, Whites, reds, silvers, yellows, oranges, golds and greys, the might and power of the universe is unleashed in a display of sights and sounds most glorious, deadly and dangerous, as the culmination of the parade clashes and roars into it's frightful finale~

After the parade

The sparks subside, The voice of thunder stilled, Rain drips and drops it's tiny droplets into whirlpools gurgling with happy delight to have washed and replenished the earth once more~

Watery incarnations of garlands, ribbons, sequins and leis, bouquets and streamers lay scattered and discarded after everyone departs to parts unknow~

Rainbow

The colors primary, now enthrall us with it's magical quest, Suspended high up in the heavens, It signals an end to the parade and symphony~

The quiet

Eyes closed, relief sighed, The parade is finally over, Alone in the after, after the storm, I sit to ponder~

The metaphor

Our lives are one continuous stormy day or night after the other, The storm is my life, endlessly a noisy tintinnabulation of thunder, fire and rain~

The realization

Anew I ask, nay, I shout, pumping my fist to the now quiet air and sky, "What is my place in the universe"? Does any of us really know the answer to this age old question?~

Yes, open your mind~

I climb into my bed, curl myself into a ball. Tomorrow, I will put one foot ahead of the other~

Tonight, I sleep~

Tomorrow, like Scarlet, I will think about it tomorrow~

N.A.