Awoken

I was awoken by a crash of thunder this morning.
It feels like I haven’t slept at all.
I am tired of all the thunder storming.
Can someone please put the rain “on call”?

It’s one of those moments that make my heart race.
I placed my hand over my heart in fear.
The pillowcase is still showing where my head embraced.
The boom was so loud that it graced my eye with a tear.

The lightning clashed with a flash of bright light.
I quickly pulled the blankets over my messy head.
It filled this room with its mighty strobe of white.
Can it just stop now? And let me go back to bed?

I tossed and I turned, and I forced my eyes to close.
It was clear that my body was on defense.
I sighed, and I huffed…and with self-force, I rose.
It seems my desk chair got a good rinse.

I put a blanket on my extremely wet chair.
The window was full-open all night.
I cracked open a Pepsi, and I lit my smoke.
Then I rubbed my eyes until they were open bright.

 

The Thunderstorm of Night

Gray skies and wispy wind
Bring on the storm
I’m ready to begin

Thunder crashing
Lightning strikes
Cowering in the covers of the night

Night moon was hidden
In clouds of chaos
Dropping hail upon the Earth

The tree’s fragile limbs
Snap to the ground
Crushing all beneath

The power flickers
Putting you in the darkness
Lighting candles with a BIC spark

A crash of lighting booms
Close to where you dwell
Taking cover with those you love

Huddled up together strong
Pillows and blankets surround
The thunder shakes the whole town