I snuggled deeper into the embrace
of blankets and love on the back porch,
safe from the eruptions of thunder
rolling through the air outdoors.
My daddy’s steady breathing rises and falls
in rhythm with each bolt of lightning
as it precedes a boom.
The fresh smell of coming rain mixed
with my evening shower’s strawberry shampoo
takes over my senses
as the electricity flickers out.
My father wraps his arms tighter
around my eight year old body
that is now shivering with cold, and fear
of the power this summer storm contains.
The rain finally breaks free
from the clouds containing it;
racing toward dust, the earth soaks it in.
Journey’s end.
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