It’s been storming in Kansas.
Flooding, and the like.
Tornadoes have been spiking-
Lives lost, unsportsmanlike.
I sip boxed wine, from a plastic cup,
Taken from my favorite spot.
Thunder and lightening, feelings galore,
A missed trip to the drugstore.
Another Saturday at home,
It’s what I’m doing now.
Drinking wine; wasting time.
Asking if she’s comfortable.
Ceraunophilia is lost.
Life is just a clash of monotonous
Clangs, crashes, and cathartic responses
Anxiously awaiting the dam to break.