Thunder

It moves in the night as swift as the black mamba –

Slithering through the Earth as it passes each soul.

Moving from one house to another, shaking it’s foundation to

The depths of its existence.

Where will it go next?  Who will it strike next?

Its presence is welcome in my house any day –

I feel it move through my body.

I relish in the fact that no matter what happens,

For just a second – in the slightest moment –

It is in control of my life. 

It holds its hand of fate over my trembling body.

And somewhere, someone, at the very exact moment,

Feels it move through them, too.

I am one with them for the tiniest second

On this giant space called Earth.

It moves us as one in the meaningless space that is our lives.

He is moved.  She is moved.  I am moved.

We are moved.

© Nureen Gulamali

I used to hate thunderstorms - I suppose because they scared me.  It's odd how things change, though.  I live for them, now.  It is a beautiful feeling when you are inside a warm room or car and can see/hear the deafening phenomenon and how it impacts everything around it.