He is the stranger of a storm

that never hits

I know the forecast, they warn

Torrential rain

Scattered thunder

Lightening shaped tragedy

But still, I wait.

And a few hours later,

it starts to get dark

The sky grows blacker and blacker

and everything gets quiet

and I think

It’s going to happen

But it doesn’t.

The storm is just far enough away

to pass

The clouds disappear

He is gone.

I remain.

And the sun fills the sky

like nothing else

had ever been there

and I have no idea

what to do with it