As I sit here by my favorite window,
Looking out at the world.
The world that is now soaked,
With the water of the sky.
I jump at the sound of thunder.
My heartbeat gets almost as loud as the thunder,
Feels like it is about to tare through my chest.
I look up at the sky
Watching as the water falls from the open sky.
I wonder what it would be like to be on of those drops,
To fall from the sky along with a million others.
I see one hit my window
I watch it slowly slid down my window along with two others
I act as if it is a race, and i cheer mine on.
Mine wins and I smile and look back to the gray sky.
I see in the distance something bright,
It cuts through the sky.
Like a knife to warm butter.
It's amazing and beautiful
Looking in 'aww' for a few seconds
Than the beauty is gone from the sky
I count 1 second at a time after it's gone,
"Count till the thunder strikes,"
My grandfather would always said,
"Than you know how far away the storm is."
I never got it since it was raining were I was.
But I counted just the same.
I counted so that I could see him there,
So that i could hear and remember him.
"5...6...7.." thunder
I've always liked storms
To see the rain give the world a bath.
To hear the thunder,
Heartbeat of the world.
The lighting, a personal flashlight for the world.
For when the clouds have covered the sky,
And no light is there.
I think of all this as I sit,
By my favorite window, looking out at the world.
