REALITY?: Anniversary Waltz

The most wonderful storm bellows over our heads; Jim in the house, me in my shop.  A driveway away after seventeen years clinging through thunder and jiggers of lightning that hits oh! Just behind me! as I stand at the open door of my shop.  Just out of the reach of the hard falling rain, just out of the spotlight of zig-zagging beams striking ground.  It takes much–and there it was!–an earth-trembling roar to scare me a few steps back inside.  And I wonder where he sits, what he is doing, all alone in the dark of our house.