I’m stuck in a metal cylinder
thanks to pesky lightning that couldn’t have waited five minutes to strike.
Raindrops slide down window
like I’m the star of a rom com
and the love of my life is at the airport
waiting to start a new life without me
Reeds brush together in the lightening downpour.
An egret swoops toward the tree line,
a stark white star against a gray horizon.
A rainbow paints the heavens,
arcing over the emerald forest
in pristine whorls of prismed light
welcoming us to a land of bubbly pastel mornings and firework-studded nights.
I suppose stormy weather
is worth a spoonful of serendipity.