An Unaccountable Peace
Rain begins to sprinkle then a gush,
damp chill wrests control of the night,
thunder roils then shakes the world,
the sky streaks with beautiful light
An unaccountable peace fills me up
as it does during every storm;
as I sit, I question this tranquility
this peace that keeps me warm
I ponder and wander my mental realm
till I last discover a salient thought:
my mind, so busy controlling life’s course,
has surrendered to the chaos nature has wrought
My thunderstorm, described above, took me by surprise at a moment when the details and minutiae of that day in my life were swimming through my head and, I swear, threatening to move down to my stomach and ruin any chance for a peaceful rest, after a day without peace in the equation.
The rain began and then began to grow, from small droplets to large, from a gentle pitter-pat to a relentless pounding. Flashes of lightning decorated the sky over a nearby city before visiting mine — visiting and staying for nearly a half-hour and calling, while they were here, an orchestra of kettle drums hidden behind every vague cloud.
Overwhelmed by this display of uncontrollable nature’s wrath, my mind was lulled into peaceful coexistence with my world; the obnoxious people, unpleasant sights and bothersome events of my day were so inconsequential, when compared to the sound and light show nature had prepared for me, they slid away into some mental warehouse where these things are kept until once again useful.
Soon after, I too slid away; slid away from the world as I allowed this ‘unaccountable peace’ to lull me to sleep.
There should, perhaps, be a moral to this reflection but all I can imagine it would be is this:
At least occasionally, stop fighting against the uncontrollable elements in your life; don’t just ignore them, accept them and use them as a soporific.