Thunderclaps

Was my bed shaking at the thunder's bark
Just a frightening gust of fantasy
Or do things upon the earth all quake
When the voices in the sky say "tremble"?

Was the rain that drained the soil
From the pots I never bothered bringing in
Just a figment or a casualty?
Will I wake to find the wind was just a dream?

Is that pity knocking on my door?
I'll wait a bit to rise and see –
A moment, hours, until dawn
And dawn again until the end
And wait until I’m free.