you’re awake

Thunder showed up

like an uninvited uncle. 

The sky got dramatic,

put on its charcoal coat,

and started muttering

about respect.

Then came lightning,

that flashy little show-off,

taking selfies

across the whole horizon.

Rain barged in after,

crying over everything,

while thunder kept shouting

Some storms

do not come

to ruin you.

Some come

to make sure

you’re awake.