When the summer sky rumbles with thunder

and darkened clouds roll in the skies

and lightning tears the heavens asunder

and the rains come down with soft reprise

 

We witness the world washing things away

sometimes the things we know are taken

in the violent and stormy display

It leaves us frightened and shaken

 

This fear of losing the familiar that we accrue

holds us prisoner in a world of our own doing

without hope or thought of ever starting anew

all the while knowing of our eventual undoing