Friday Figment: THUNDER THEORY

When you hear rain attack your windows and feel floors rumble after thunder, 

When lightening takes charge and strikes out the power, leaving you dark in your own home, 

You search out the gas lamp, the flashlight, or the dinner candles 
And for an hour your only vision remains gripped in your hands. 

Everything familiar casts a stranger’s shadow because the light glows straight from where you stand, 
but you are at peace admiring your way through these new halls. 
Or you’re afraid--
While another thrash of thunder rocks your walls and rattles the glassware. 
Listen, it’s heaven’s challenge, as fierce winds leave you without sun nor moon nor stars. 
A quiet commotion of clarity.

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