On my birthday the storm rolls in
Off a roiling Lake Michigan.
Just out of the water my girls’
Hair stands on end from the static
Electricity; a cloud blurs.
An eagle flees on bursting air;
Its wingbeats seem prophetic
Of a sudden lightning bolt scare.
We’re in the house before the rain
And the thunder’s humbling pain.
The air is clear after an hour,
But such upset you don’t forget.
I’m a thunderstorm losing power,
Moving off for a clear sunset.
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