The January Storm

The thunder is grumbling... the rain is a-tumbling, the clock ticks it's tap in the storm. The cat laying near me and she is quite jumpy, my blanket is soft fleecy warm. The windows are brightening from powerful lightening, though in between-the sky is so dark Energy penetrates, nature luminates pondering the great Noahs’ ark. Soon shall be gone- I wish with a yawn, though nature is greater than I… Patience is a virtue and nature a nurture; the flowers need rain from the sky.