I’ve never seen that much lightning before.
I’ve seen sheets of rain like that,
the fat drops soaking everything
from the shrubs to the patio
to the carpet
to my bare feet,
that disgusting squishing sound
assaulting my ears
with every step.
Not this time.
Those fat drops
stopped inches from my doorway.
I stayed dry.
But I’ve never seen the night sky
act like a natural stroboscope —
meant for slowing things down.
I’ve never seen it,
but I think I’ve felt something like it.
And I just kept staring,
hoping and somehow knowing
that soon enough,
I’ll feel it again.