Awakened by a flash
And the rumble of thunder,
I am waiting
With the dry grass and the weeds
For the rain that was promised
But never seems to arrive;
Trying to stay in the moment and not worry
About the fires that lightning can bring;
Images of Lahaina and Kelowna in my head.
Having loved what was then burned,
Do we ever feel safe enough to love again?
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