I failed to appreciate that this thunderstorm
formed a thousand miles ago
and traveled all this way for us.
It was an unusual storm.
It washed sin from the body,
but not dust from the sky.
The thunder rolled with laughter.
The lightning struck
like a flash of wit.
It affected only those people
who went out into the wonder
of the darkened sky.
Those who took cover
mistook the humility in the air
for public humiliation.
They hid behind brick and mortar,
unlike my dogs
who clamored to get outside.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney
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