The winter winds howl
Against the west walls
Of our house,
Bringing cold temps back
Atop a warm spring-like day.
As the fronts clash,
Lightening flashes
And thunder cracks,
Rolling ominously
Along the mountain ridges
And echoing
Through the chill rain.
Our dogs are nervous;
Frightened of storms,
They pace, pant, and whine;
One barks
And tries to chase
The intruder away.
For once
I am not exhilarated
By Mother Nature's drama.
I do not know why.
Perhaps it is because
I have become more sensitive
To the traumas
Others have suffered
Since tornadoes ravaged
Our state.
It does not seem right
To exalt when others fear.