Up at 2 AM,
No one else around.
Thunderstorm outside-
Lightning hits the ground.

The pitter patter of the raindrops
Reminds me of the crash of waves on
The sand - chaotic, but with purpose, as
Water always is. The clouds flash their secrets.

Exhaustion overtakes my body, but longing over-
Comes my soul. Looks like that's the only sleep I'll be
Snatching tonight. Watch the clouds flash again, and then
Move across the sky in endless harmony with all things Earth.

Thunder slowly gets softer and softer, slower and slower in coming.
The flashes seem off-center, and the wind pushes the raindrops ever away.
As one of few living creatures awake here at 2 AM, I heave a sigh and go back
To the endless cycles of busy work that consume my body in every way this week.



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