Flashes illuminate purple prairie,
Though I’m imperiled feeling quite merry.
Quake, shiver in your domestic dry home;
Challenging the elements as I roam.
Streets turned to rivers, looks of disbelief;
Sensible actions steel joy as old thief.
What madman laughs at heaven’s thunderbolts?
From quiet desperation I revolt.
Life can be short and full of tedium,
Summer storms at night not baby’s pablum.