Above all, thank your roof

Have you ever been caught in a storm? 

Though I too am wont

to lay prone with prose 

on days deserving of tea,

sometimes it just won’t do. 

Lightning shreds !

the muddy blackness.

Stomping thunder like moshing giants.

A heavy metal maelstrom,

Nature’s rage against the machines. 

Gales like the rush of life

out a dead man’s shroud,

breathe it in.

Let the winds’ lashings 

roll off your back.

Here, there, and everywhere -

far as I can tell -

the elements conspire to make 

scarce both men and mice; 

their best laid plans postponed.

But it always breaks and,

like a flower, we open 

up toward the sun

to catch our breath,

to drink the air.