Hope-full

I stand at my window and watch. A few seconds is all it takes. Inspiration visits.

I watch night turn into day as lightning flashes try their hands at being the Sun for split seconds.

Maybe one day I will find myself once again watching this natural phenomenon that enthralls me so and when my eyes leave it, inspiration will come again. Maybe this time, for a novel. Who knows?

Yet again, my tranquiliser has come in the form of a storm.

Tonight, the raindrops will be my lullaby.

Ah yes. Life is full of hope again. Good night world.