Flash of Lightning
Like any other big city, you can’t ever find a taxi at rush-hour in my city. And of course the buses don’t move when there’s gridlock. That leaves the trains.
I don’t take the trains much. I don’t like the feeling of being stuffed into a metal container like a sardine. But I had to the other day, when the monsoon was falling hard. And behold – I experienced magic!
Just shows, the divine is everywhere. One just has to be aware.
When have you had a glimpse of the divine while running from here to there? Share it, leave a comment.
A flash of light
Yellow
Cuts the vertical of the rain
It might have been a thunderbolt
So suddent it came
An oriole
Singing
Its orchestra
The rain
Technical fault three minute stop
Interlude on the six c-clock commute
Through three degress of separation – weather, windowpane, work wearied bodies so tired we don’t hear
Evensong
Whistling up the wind
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