The Storm Broke

Written in the midst of a HUGE storm, last night, in my journal.







The storm broke.
You could hear it through the house
Battering down the walls
Like a blind person
Hitting a hammer against a nail

But most of all
You could smell it
The smell of the wet vegetation
The aroma of the tropics
The lightning illuminating the sky
The frogs singing in chorus
As the rain pelted down

I wonder am I sleeping, back in Belfast? I wonder when will I wake up? and how will I feel when I do? If I do. When I do.