Storm of Solace
Thunder rattles the roof,
Strike! Goes the lightning,
Its aftershock a faint image in the writhes of clouds.
Then flicker goes the power as darkness hits.
I stumble about in search for a candle,
Never quite prepared for a moment like this.
All is now quiet, but for the rumbles,
And a constant pitter-patter cascading onto my solace.
Yet I find a sort of funny peace,
Knowing nature alone can guide the lives of man,
Rivers ever winding in directions not chosen,
By such other than fate.
Copyright © Allie Ogletree | Year Posted 2011
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