When the lights go out

In the calm of evening's hush, a storm descends, Electric charge in the air, a dance of shadows blend. As I place my dinner in the microwave's gentle hum, A flicker, a spark, and darkness comes. The lights go out, a sudden shroud of night, Inconvenience strikes, a fleeting blight. In this temporary loss of light, A moment to pause, to reflect, to sit tight. Amidst the silence, a chaos storm unfurls, Nature's fury unleashed, the power of the world. As I wait, in stillness and in darkness, I find a different kind of calm. For in this darkness, a quietude is found, A reminder of the fragility that surrounds. The simple act of microwaving my meal, Now a dance with nature's hidden appeal. So as the storm rages, and the lights remain out, I find solace under candle light, a peaceful hum so I write. A poetry of inconveniences, a lesson to heed, In moments of disruption, there's still beauty to feed.