Grandpa said the storms would go north,
but mother nature is always changing.
I saw the flashes of heat lightning
and quiet thunder rolls
A bolt lit up the whole sky
and the wind kicked up unbelievably fast
The tall, strong trees swayed
but they did not give in.
The breeze whistled eerily
as darkness settled.
The woods pressed in around me
but I did not choke
and I was not afraid of what was lurking in the pitch black.
Within seconds it started to drip
and the cozy wood fire staggered out
Lightning flashed so bright, that it seemed like day for a split second
The forest was watered down
the storm was in
One of the most beautiful things nature can produce
may appear so evil
But yet so becoming to the senses
Like a prayer being answered
A memory being remembered
Then I cannot do anything
but sit still and listen
to the wind and the rain.
And content myself with a Pennsylvania storm.
–Marie Walters, August 2017