thunder,
a soft rain
sits outside
and does not move.
For once,
I do not mind the
grey sky that hangs low
nor the breeze that slips
through the window
and wraps itself around me,
cool but not chilly.
As much as I love the sun
and her steadfast ways
sometimes I need
the calming of the darkness
the Earth's slow call for a rebirth;
a cleanse of all that I am
-J