When, deep into night
impossibly bright
lightning strikes
A child might wake
fearfully shake
cowed by the quake
another more rash
might run to the sash
to watch the light slash
that would have been me
until thirty-three
but now I just be
and hold very still
feel air from the sill
now freshly chill
the day had oppressed me
pressured an pressed me
until I must rest me
the night she caressed me
the lightning impressed me
the thunder it blessed me
I listen for more
billowing rumbles galore
and smell petrichor
the corn in the garden
had begged for a pardon
and just received one
the rain is now dousing
rinsing and rousing
my little green loves
the cricket song
all night long
suddenly gone
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