Thunder, Storm




Last night
the thunder boomed
in the distance,
and a great joy rose in me—

the curtains blew,
a white light flashed
upon the walls.

My bed shook
and the hills rumbled—
in the dark rain
trees splintered,
wet stones cracked.

I lay by myself
in the darkness,
listening and loving it—

fearful and serene
at the same time—
as though

a Great King—
long away and half-forgotten,
had finally returned
home.