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.