It’s peaceful, a thunderous sky. Soft rain tapping at the glass
trailing down, someone’s always last. A split second of
illumination, blink, and you’ll never know how far away those
disturbed clouds are. It’s like that elusive wish,
on the shooting star. Rumbles echo, dancing through
the rain drops, hiding beneath the covers praying it
will soon stop. Static air that clings to your skin, if
we’re lucky a rainbow to show a storm has been.