Familiar order

There is comfort to be found in familiar things.  Like a regular plain old summer thunderstorm coming on gradually and moving on gradually.  Best of all, my weather brain moves with it.  It seems from here I can move on to more adventurous things, with my toes anchored in the familiar.

Now this

This

Is like summer thunderstorms

The way I remember them.

Distant rumble,

Sky gradually darker,

The patter

Of gentle rain.

This is the progression

Of things

In familiar order.

I am at home

In my chair.

I will go to the Clinic

In an hour,

Like every Monday.

The storm

Will have moved on.

The rumble

At a different distance

Already grows fainter.

The sky becomes

Lighter and lighter.

Eventually the sun

Will appear.

This is the way

I remember.