February 12, 2000 ~ Thunder

I awoke last night to a loud clap of thunder. A soft rain was falling. When I got up this morning just before sunrise, flashes of lightning and distant thunder greeted me once again. It is still quite dark out now, and I am now sitting here with the lights off and monitor brightness turned down. The thunder grows louder and the flashes brighter, the rain is picking up. It is no longer a pitter-patter, but instead a steady hushed hum. Another especially loud crash! I love thunder.

Hm. I will have to find a poem I wrote about thunder and put it up on my poetry page.

This last week was rather busy and stressful. I had ever so much homework! Books to read for classes, and a few different papers.

And the rain grows louder still! I love the fresh ozone scent that is wafting through my open window.

What a wonderful way to wake up.

I found it:

Truth Ember

I awoke this morn, heart racing
to a loud and melodious crash
The feline in the dark, pacing
told with her eyes what had passed.
Dementia for a moment, threatening,
I look to the clock for time
But my crutch, electricity, failed me
This morn my clock would not chime.
'Twas nature, I knew, that had urged me,
from dreams of fires in the night
to wake with her insistent thunder
At the rays of dawn's first light.
I climb from my bed to the window
another loud roar is heard
I perceive that Thunder is speaking;
I strain to hear his words.
But the language is foreign and ancient
I have lost touch with these rusted roots.
All I can know is he's speaking
But to mine ears thunder is mute...
What caused this rift between us
that tore the old tongues away?
What advancement made the shift
Which caused my soul to sway?
I need another to teach me...
I need someone who knows...
Someone with whom the past remains
in whom the truth ember glows...

(July 1998)

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