Last night, I watched a thunderstorm.
At middle night when the thunder rumbled
And the winds began howling like the end of the world
I stepped out and watched that dangerous ballet of nature.
I stepped out to slip on the drenched floor
To regain my control only to lose it again
In the storm that raged like the wrath of the Gods
And the rain that poured like the sky was melting down.
The rain like the sky was melting down
I watched it with my poor pet who stood his ground
Wondering if his owner had lost her mind
To be staring at the thunderstorm in the middle of the night.
Staring at the thunderstorm in the middle of the night
Watching the rain and wind dance under that lone street light
While the thunder echoed and the lightning flashed
I stood like I had found that moment of extreme solace.
The moment of extreme solace when the mind goes blank
Because there isn’t a thought that can withstand the sight
The sight of nature raging at its strongest
We don’t know if its in happiness, anger or display of might.
Happiness, anger or display of might, whatever it be
A thunderstorm is a spectacle every eye must see
Because against the nature’s display of such splendour
The lack of thoughts is the best form of meditation there can be.