lightning strikes
I count
one mississippi, two mississippi
and wait for the thunder
to shatter against my chest
ozone prickles my hair
raising goose bumps
giving me shivers
as the graveyard is bisected
by flashes and sheets of rain
its not the end of stories-
scents rise from roses
in the storms aftermath
skies brighten
stars are revealed
Look,
against the dark sky,
a rainbow
The Course of Our Seasons 
I saw the title and photo and though, oh wow! Kathleen must be visiting Mississippi! Gawd, I can be dense. 😀
omg..made me laugh out loud! Too funny, David 😊❤️
Lovely!
thanks, Catherine 🌻