Texas Sky in May
Lighting splits the sky
Nearly blinding me for a second
Thunder clapped so loud and close
I jumped
Rain falls and splashes my legs
As I sit near the edge of the overhang
So I can see as much lightning as possible
Without getting struck
Mother Gaia
Doing a belly dance In the sky
It doesn’t seem so angry
Just powerful
Showing how big nature is
And how small we are
And how time passes slow and quick
And how these thunderstorms are nothing new
Not new, but still exhilarating
To someone watching
From under an overhang
From California
Where such things only happen at the start
Of a pandemic
And wild fires
And a new normal
Which never quite becomes so
