lenten journal: stormy weather

it is a dark and stormy
night the sky is angry
flashing and bellowing
yet refusing to dissolve

into tears and weep its way
into ushering in the dawn
our middle schnauzer
runs under the bed at the

first sound of thunder
I’m typing in the dark
to better see the light show
trying to beat the deadline

imposed by my itchy eyes
and generic antihistamines
that aren’t keeping promises
any better than the lightning

Peace,
Milton