Rain and Thunder

It’s raining outside, and thunder spoke to me.

The AC is still running in the house, so it feels colder than it should.

But I’m too flaky to change the settings.

I just let the air chill every inch of my arms as I type—

kind of poetic, isn’t it?

After all, what’s colder than the dense solitude in the air?

Cold doesn’t scare me anymore.

Not like the cold of a human heart.

I opened Google.

Another flood warning.

My coworker asked how the weather is in Dallas.

I told them, it couldn’t be more perfect.

I think I love the rain now.

The thunder too.

When it’s sunny and breezy, I always feel a bit lonelier than I’m supposed to be.

But when the sky darkens and thunder beats its drum with flashes of light,

I don’t feel so alone.

It’s like the sky is speaking,

trying to tell me: something is out there.

And so, I calm down.