The sky turns grey
and up turns down.
In this place between wet and dry
we don't know how sure our footing is
or if we should bother risking it.
The depth of the thunder is
as disturbing as it is soothing.
It's hard to place where it's coming from
and impossible to avoid.
Memories of simpler times,
taking these times to stay in bed,
under covers, indoors, and not care about anything
except for how cleansing the rain sounds.
How powerful the wind is.
How long this chaotic simplicity will last.