The Curious Storm

The rain spilled quietly through my open window,

bathing my laptop in a soft drizzle.

A clap of loud thunder

or swift wind

screamed

into my ears

jarring my dreaming 

mind, and sending me awake.

.."Shit!" I cried, seeing my laptop soaked.

And springing out of bed, I

took it, cradled it

and

wondered at how

my love for technology has

dwindled dramatically over the years.

Only the curious storm outside my window, whose

howls more clearly resembled wind or God retching
Than proud thunder.

...Curious.