Obsidian night, a bewilderment
flashed with lightning,
rocked with rumble
of Thor’s ire.

Even thunder has its rules.
I do not know them, but
I’m sure it’s true. You won’t
find me standing in the storm

with an umbrella in my hand,
I’ll just wait it out.  A bit of mist,
a bit of calm.  A rainbow
is a sure thing;

a promised sun,
harbinger of tempest’s end.