There’s a comfort in the way
thunder rolls across the sky,
a rumbling lullaby of rain
drumming on rooftops,
filling the air with the scent of earth
turned wild and electric.

I press my hands to the window,
watch lightning carve silver veins
into the bruised sky,
feel the deep hum of the storm
settling somewhere in my chest,
like an old melody returning home.

In this darkened dance of sky and rain,
I am small but somehow whole,
washed clean beneath the storm’s gentle fury,
wrapped in the beautiful chaos
of thunder's steady, echoing heart.