During a thunderstorm, we always wonder
(even if we don’t admit it)
if we have offended one of the ancient gods
whose business it is to control the weather,
and in one way or another
we take steps to placate him, her, it, or them
before the storm ends.

I sometimes suspect
That the reason such storms happen
Is that the gods know perfectly well
That without the occasional dramatic reminder
We’d never think of them at all.

©2010 Dorothy Miller Gutenkauf