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Musings While Looking at a Storm Through the Window
If rain is Nature's shower, then what is lightning?
Nature's hairdryer in the tub?
No, I don't like that thought; moving on.
If rain is Nature's tears, then what is thunder?
Nature's angry, booming yells?
Never mind; what else is there?
I can't think; water pellets bulleting the roof
Make thinking too hard.
And sleeping.
And existing.
Clear glass provides no protection
So I must consider these thoughts.
A lighning strike, a thunder roar;
They are coming closer.
What to do
When they arrive at the doorstep?
The thunder is in my head now,
Pounding a beat without rythme.
I'd better unlock the windows
And make preparations
For lightning's nearing arrival.
