I was momentarily blinded by a flash of light from beyond the window pane.
I ignored it.
Then again a moment later.
I finally turned away from my reading and really looked.
Random flashes ignited caverns in the clouds, from left to right and everywhere.
The pace quickened and I realized that a storm is already warring above the clouds.
Its beauty transformed me into a Peeping Tom as I peered above the cityscape lights,
the bridge, the river, and into the celestial light show.
An acoustic fury crept in from the distance – slowly at first and then quickly.
The wind whistled aggressively at me through the door and window cracks.
Watching now all I see, from 19 stories up,
are the flashing cloud caverns and the infinite grey swirling mass of storm wounds.
No cityscape lights, no bridge, no river to see.