After last night’s storm,
after the crack and boom
of  cold air rushing in 
under the door of our stagnant
heat while the dogs whimpered
to be let in, after atmospheric
disturbance stirred up
our barometric passion
and surprised us with
an intensity of charged particles,
after the rush of rain
stampeded across the metal roof
and the thrust of wind
tore at all our postbellum joints,
after long minutes of a tender
uncertainy when we held together
in the swell of time
and after the coincidence of climax
when the darkling clouds 
moved off to the east,
we rested in the stillness
and silence of distant lightning