yesterday I thought I heard
thunder
only to realize
someone was scraping metal
over concrete
last night I awoke to a roar
dreams scattered like butterflies
fluttering into dark woods
I sat halfway up in bed
straining to hear through
the darkness
I thought I heard a machine’s dead moan
only to find
the night had let out
a storm
like a long-held breath
rain
like old, pent-up tears
smiling, sighing
I fell asleep
