Day 180: Quiet Thunderstorms

As I stood by the glass wall window in my hotel room , it was quiet indoors as I saw flashes of thunderstorms outside, The lightning arc that touched the ground that didn't exist and then was lost in the sea. I find these oddly reflective of the quiet thunderstorms in our own life, they are moments of inspiration, of fights, of finding resolve and sometimes finding a reason to be true. And just like the thunderstorms they come and go at a moment's notice. In this piece I express the idea that these quiet thunderstorms, moments, passionate affairs with life are caught sometimes in attempts we make at writing them down somewhere. Here's hoping to capture inspiration in a flash, adventures in a paragraph and motivations that in words sometimes slips away.

Quiet Thunderstorms
"Hey Jude" played the last song in my head
At 3 Am on a Monday morning and while on my bed
Writing down this day or next who knows when
The days transitioned over, yesterday came to an end

I stare through my window outside, the winds I cannot feel
My glass walls give me a glimpse of what the world reveals
And then quiet thunderstorms that roar over the sea
As the day passed on and slipped into the night to be free

Adventurers of the day somewhere, somehow
Find a reason to be a misfit, be an adventurer just for now
Be part of a story that you will remember and write
And yet define your own roads, come back for a better fight

Preludes to this piece keeps slipping my mind
I have not given into summaries, there is too much to unwind
Let me learn as I keep my feet firmly on the ground
Let me create my own adventures, there is enough to go around

Quiet thunderstorms that wage wars into the night
That have yet to find sleep, find solace in between the fight
And to some quiet moments in our very own day
I will write in the very hope,
               that their flashes are captures in writing someway