My true love is back to sleep.

An early morning thunderstorm. In Sardinia. I’m up writing. When the storm blows in. And I think, how wonderful. A continuous rumble. Slowly. Softly. Building. Building. Building. To a crescendo. A piece of music. My Italian true love calls from bed. ‘Jim. Jim. Jim.’ I ignore the calls. Though I wonder if she’s scared.  Shouldn’t be. So very often, I’ve walked in thunderstorms. We’re inside. It’s safe. And Sardinia never has tornadoes.  We’re sheltered.  Almost as good as being in a cave. The storm subsides. After 10 minutes. All is quiet. My true love is back to sleep. –Jim Broede