Dark clouds grumble overhead,
What I'd give to be in bed.

Walking along the quiet street,
Not a single soul I meet.

Foxes scatter at my presence,
through the fog - thick and intense.

Turning down an unlit lane,
I feel the first drops of the rain.

Faster now I quicken pace,
feeling splashes on my face.

Seeking shelter under walls,
Heavier now - the rain falls.

Pandemonium in the sky,
trying hard to just stay dry.

Thunderous bangs, roars so bold,
my warm body turns to cold.

Flashing, sparking, strips and streaks,
A target now! it seems to seek.

Suddenly, it all turns quiet.
Mother nature hushed the riot.

Along to work - I now drift.
To start the first of my nightshift.