Weather Demons

 

He always liked those summer storms

Stood at the window watching, excited,

The fiery dragons of the heavens splitting

The night sky so that in an instant the 

unknown universe becomes visible

Counting seconds between crash and flash

It’s passing over, going away 

Almost disappointed, he’d say

‘Tis only a summer storm

 

Rain slashes, smashes on the window

Sudden explosions of thunder shake the house

The sky lights up with silver daggers

That create daylight in the room 

But I squeeze my eyes tight shut

Alone in bed, covers pulled about my head

Scared but trying not to be

I hear him saying

‘Tis only a summer storm

 

And all that we together weathered,

Comes back like raindrops running down the glass

It wasn’t a noisy uproar when he left and went away

But very quietly, gone – passed over 

Like a summer storm