Listen, closely.  
As water
Droplets
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
On your windowsill.

You brush back
The curtain
To watch the drops
Drip
And
Glisten
In the darkness.

Suddenly, a bright, flash swallows the
Vast sky...
And you look up.

Frightened that the storm
Will never end...
You jump back into your bed.

Laying on your back.
Breathing, heavy
You shut your eyes, tight.
And count the number of times
The lightning strikes.

Waiting for the storm
To pass...
Her name on your lips,
Like a prayer.