The storm is my symphony
It creates the grand timbre
usually saved for musical moments
when the silence is uncomfortably deafening
But now the speakers are quiet
the power is disabled
Just the pitter patter of rain
on the skylight and window panes
the rumble of the thunder
closer closer above loud cracking and crashing
then retreating retreating
to a distant rumble
while the dog snores beside
and the tap tap tapping of fingers on the keyboard
are applause to this symphony
that is my storm.
Busted Flip Flops 
Soothing. Very soothing. I’m at peace already.
Why couldn’t I get this feeling at work today?
Wow, thanks Mike! Maybe the next stormy day you’ll get some peace at work? ; )