But I had no idea that
a thunderstorm would take over the sky.
I waited and waited for it to pass,
still anxious about the sunshine
abundant on the other
side of the dark in which I was trapped.

By the time the storm settled down
enough for the clouds to thin,
enough to peek through the haze
to see the long awaited bright sky--
by this time, I did not know,
the sun had already passed, set,
and there was infinitely extending night
on the other side of that thunderstorm.

But I was not asked if this was okay,
I did not provide prior approval for the sun's depart.
I did not bring the storm
and beg it wash away the
brightest burning flame.
I believed in a longer lifetime of love;
but I know the thunderstorm was my own,
and I was helpless.