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A rare rumbling rolled in during the darkest of darks
Throat sounds
The mumbling of a monster
Tossing and turning
too tired to open my eyes
Wondering when the flash and flicker of lightning
will illuminate slumbering shadows
Tossing and turning
Anticipating the next racket and ruckus
Awaiting the squall that is bound to follow
I lie still
A stone attempting to hide in an open field
The rampage hovers over me
arriving in an unusual rage
I pull myself in tighter
knowing there’s nowhere to hide
Electric daylight remaining at bay
But wait!
Mother Nature’s search and rescue
Singing a soothing song
The serenade that subdues the monster into submission
Day 21. A tempestuous thunderstorm arrived some time in the wee hours of the morning unaccompanied by lightning. It was incredibly loud. Yet somewhere in the midst of the cacophony I heard a chorus of birds.
Building A Life Of Hope 
Intense and refreshing!
Yes. The whole house woke up! First one of the year and quite early. Brought in warm air-thank goodness!
How strange. There are some wild storms around at the globe at present. The bird song – the birth of a new day both physically and metaphorically? Maybe the storms are just clearing away the detritus of the past.
I think you are spot on. I wrote this freely letting the subconscious and my early morning dream state take over. Certainly the storm coincided with the present here. Lots of clearing out of items is happening this week. Today’s poem ( which is shortly forthcoming) continues with the theme. Thanks for your insight!