Thunder Storms

I find comfort in the space between the floorboards, that something so sturdy, so solid, has cracks. I find comfort hiding in your arms. I can hear thunder. I can hear rain.I can hear the world falling apart outside, the world tumbling down, landing on the roof, threatening to break in and steal everything we struggled for so long to obtain. I am at ease. I am in a moment. I am in a now and you allowed me to breathe. I can feel the sheets twisted around me, bunching up, coming apart. This bed was not built for two, but I moved over and made room for you. You keep me safe in this storm. God turns on his flashlight for a moment. The batteries fail. He tries over and over again. I can hear His frustrations. You calm me as a I cringe away from His wrath.

I never believed that I was afraid until I knew what it was like to feel safe. Wrapped up in bed sheets, the world is my oyster and I'm taking small bites. I want to savor each moment before the pearl. It always passes too soon.

You breathe in, out, in, out, you sigh. I am a child within your arms. I am at ease.