as i was walking home last night, a thunderstorm blew in,
but i would not be hurried though the rain would soon begin.
lightning arced across the sky in splendid disarray,
and for a moment night became as naked as the day,
and though the wind began to drive the rain against my face,
i challenged heaven’s fury, and i kept my steady pace.
the sky unleashed a deluge as the wind began to roar,
and soon the blinding sheets of rain had drenched me to the core.
eventually, the rain let up, the wind began to die,
and soon a warm and gentle breeze began to clear the sky;
the stars came out like shining jewels adorning heaven’s dome–
the storm had passed, and now at last, i ran like hell for home.
–image by ai
michaeljordahl 
I understand that very well, I’ve got one in me too! Loved it.
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Thank you very much, Tia!
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Something tells me sometimes it can not be understood. I asked my fiance to consider cancelling our wedding day the night before but he declined saying that we would get married or be done. Because I loved him and want to stay in the relationship, I left my belongings at our apartment and spent the night at my relatives house. I went to the ceremony and walked down the aisle but he couldn’t say the traditional vow to be faithful and even though I was crying, my eyes found his brother’s. And so at the reception when he disappeared to drink and flirtetc, I danced with this brother.
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Be careful with brothers; remember, they were cut from the same cloth. That’s quite a story and deserves its own poem!
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My uncle b in France 🇫🇷 photographs weddings and I really wish I could have went with them back home. Last time I saw them was August 1995 when my grandmother was very ill, she ended up dying in December of that year. I wish I had been able to tell him how special he was to me. Social workers gave roses to us for her death. I dried and kept them for years.
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That’s an interesting story! Sometimes,we regret the decisions we make, but then, there could be unforeseen consequences, so who knows?
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Probably should mention that I only married once-in-a-lifetime in June of 2000
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I love this poem Michael. The ending was hilarious. My inner rebel applauds you.
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Thank you, Shelley!
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