Apr 01

A Passing Storm

Rain pounds on the metal roof
Water dripping into the attic from an unforeseen hole
A flash illuminates my dark room
Thunder growls, low and strong, vibrating my core
Swelling to it's peak
A perfect harmony of nature fills the night
As quick as it came, it passes
Clouds taking it all away
The night plunges back into darkness
Trickles of water dripping off wet surfaces are the only sounds left
The once dry air now filled with cool moisture