Out the window,
The sky a void of darkness.
Water bashing onto the roof,
Pattering on the ground.
Each drop that hits the glass
Makes a small splash appear,
Melding into another bead.
The sudden rumble.
Then a delayed flash of light;
a streak of purple hitting the horizon.
A phenomenon no one really understands.
The whistle of the wind.
Trees swinging wildly,
Bending incredibly to the side.
You could almost hear
The frigidness in the air.
However,
not feeling it.
Instead,
Warmth all around.
The room still.
Coziness and tranquility.
Under the roof of a house,
Security.
The rain crashing down,
sounding almost like a sweet song.
A mesmerizing rythm.
Inexplicable peace,
Contrasting the chaos
Of nature outside.