Where Am I
Sitting on the mountain top, I watched the lightening flash in the east as I looked north towards Santa Fe. Like a Fourth of July fireworks show, the thunder rumbled a post-humorous threat of the living.
I looked for shelter as the thunder came closer and the lightening became frightening, the wind blew hard and the rain poured sideways drenching me quickly.
It was like Mother Nature was giving me a rumbling warning. As it growled from the distance far away, traveling at the speed of sound ending right there oh so far yet still so near, I found a rock house, solid granite and centuries old, it kept me dry from the higher order in the sky although the roof had large chasms of cracks.
The darkness hid the fear that the thunder and lightning brought to me as I stand up about a mile high up in the air. The rock house was a trustworthy dwelling made by men who cut the rock with a piece of steel and gave me a point of observation to see the valley down below oh so very clear.
Even in the pouring rain, the lights of the city shimmer through the clouds as thunder clapped and echoed loudly throughout the mountain side as lightening flashed again and the thunder rattled the ground below my feet.
The rumble crushed the silence, the thunder turned the pine needles on the trees abundant all around as the fog approaches as the rain has stopped as the saturated wetness settled on the ground.
A cleansing shower, a pouring rain, all of a sudden, the thunder and lightning went away as I had walked from the rock house to stand underneath a towering pine, pilings dropped on my head as the wind howled over my head, my feet standing in mud and water.
I found myself staring at the clearing sky as shadows crept near and the thunder rumbled out loud just for the very last time. The clearing clouds and the creeping fog created shadows on the trees around me as I could do nothing more than listen to the silence since the storm had passed and refreshed me once more.
As the stars came out, the moon was radiant, and the city lights began to glow brighter as I looked to the east where the lightning had begun and saw it rumbling towards Santa Fe way for its compass was never astray as it was guided by the ghostly light up in the sky soon to be covered with the black clouds from which the thunder had come.