Eureka
Seldom is there the kind of thunder
and lightning as we had last night
with such volumes of rain. Dramatic;
prevented sleep; our bedroom turned
blue white in the strikes before the crashes.
The house did not fall down; sleep
eventually came in spite of the storm.
And this morning the kitchen was not
flooded. You understand what that means,
I take it? The leak is stopped.
Ah, it’s nothing.
Lord Charles, the Builder Man Mid February, 2005