While Watching A Storm Roll In

And just then,

a storm rolled in-

I was not frightened

by the sound of it.

Poetry did not slow

by the sudden darkness

of a house

without power.

The rain came

with vigorous winds,

and lightning

scarred the nighttime sky.

Now here I sit,

writing by candlelight

while the food in my fridge

begs for electricity,

and my cats stay hidden

beneath bed.