I am blanketed by an inky darkness,
I am drowning in the thunder,
I can see the lightning from my minuscule cellar window.
It fills the sky with a dangerous beauty,
That is often misunderstood.
As the lightning soars across the sky,
I see a familiar figure,
From which I have seen much too many times.
It is moving quickly,
For even if my cellar window is small,
I know that it is quickly moving towards us,
Endangering us,
For, for many years, I have been chased by it,
And can't get away.
But just when I thought it would swallow us up in a roaring tunnel of doom,
It's tunnel stopped,
Stopped so suddenly and disappeared into the inky black night sky.
The rain was beginning to slow,
And the thunder cut its roar short,
The lightning had gone.
At that moment,
I knew it had surrendered.
I was free.
