Work and Storms
It was a night of wind and rain
While in the sky above
Nature was putting on a light show
While the thunder became the sound of guns
It reminded me of the old B&W movies
I use to watch as a child
And the lightening seemed like explosions
Far, far off in the distance
I stood by my window
That overlooked the western road
Watching the battle draw nearer and nearer
Letting my imagination run free
Not even moving an inch
As an old tree in my front yard
Was struck by one of nature’s shells
And tumbled down across the road
It’s funny how the mind works
While I watched all this happen
The only thought I had was
How the hell am I going to get to work tomorrow
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