Light Show

I lie awake,

Waiting for the

Pitter-patter of rain

To finally come my way.

Instead,

I hear for the rumbling,
Rolling thunder

And instant lighting

To overtake me.

I wait in anticipation

For the next bolt

To strike

Like a child,

Waiting for the sun to rise

On Christmas Day.

No need for Netflix

When the show

Is right in front of me.