Rain tapped softly at the bedroom window.
Tiny little drops filled up my window sill.
As the lightning began bullying its way through the puffy, dark clouds.
The fresh smell of clean air brisked past my nose from the wind.
The taps of water and the booms of the thunder are like music to my ears.
It’s rapping on the clay of the pot sitting outside the window.
Mother nature’s wit came out in full force as the storm got stronger.
She was the putative conductor of my peace and sanctity of the day.
The drought subsides with her nature’s hose.
It was such a beautiful storm for me.
© E.M. Kingston