Sitting in a chair

wandering in and out of sleep

the mind so at ease

it drifts along like a leaf in a stream

 

suddenly

a clap of thunder cracks far away

like a firecracker going off

an exclamation point in the sky

the mind snaps back into the present

and waits

anticipates another

 

then from out of nowhere

thunder claps its hands

right over the house

so loud

it rattles the windows

and shakes the rafters

the dog scurries for cover

 

and in a little while

you hear the pitter-patter of rain

tickling the roof

trickling down the windows

so soothing a sound

like a sedative

 

the world is so angry now

so much horrid news and negativity

but the sound of thunder

and then refreshing rain

is a salve upon its wounds

 

a sound so natural and pleasing

a gift for the soul

now the earth will rest.