That one thunderbolt last night 

shook the entire building, 
and from my dream I jumped -
believing 
a bomb had gone off -
the alarms outside ringing 

through the night streets. 
The air was so still, 
yet so electric, 
the negative ions making the air dense and heavy, 
and at the same time, 

static, 
looking for a way out. 
But there was no rain, 
and only one arc of lightening crossed the sky, 

so distant.

I lay in my bed,
heart pounding,
listening 

for the next whip-crack
Then 
slowly drifting

back into black.