Thunderstorm Thoughts

The smell of burning fields fills up the night

Aromas ignite the darkness

The Sky shows its might

Strike after strike

Illuminating my room with strobing hues of blue

Bullets of rain ricochets off the windows

The metallic ting interrupted by electric eruptions

Fierce bolts of lightning light

Reveals clandestine outlines of black clouds

Neon arms reach down

 I ignore the time

I turn off the lights

Open all the curtains

I'm going to sit back and enjoy the show

I often forget that I have a front row seat

I often forget that I'm merely a wondering witness 
of this wonderful world