That Peculiar Effect of Lightning
While I can't stand strong winds
I love a good rainstorm.
The louder the better.
The harder the downpour,
the brighter the flashes,
the more explosive the thunder claps
the more I feel part of the storm.
Some storms carry me away
I sleep more soundly.
In the morning, I open the window
onto a drenched world.
I pour my coffee, same as always
But look onto a mirror remembering
that those days after such massive storms
I feel like I am already flying.
As if the lightning has
already filled my veins
with electrical caffeine.
Paris 2017 #80