The shortest night of the year. On my latitude that means no real night at all. No real dark. Dusk lasts all the way to dawn.
About an hour before sunrise, the overcast sky started to rumble. Those deep booms of thunder, that’s felt in the bones. That awakens sleepers from their dreams.
As I lay holding my youngest child. Reassuring him back to sleep. I took soul deep pleasure at the mighty sound. I’ve always loved thunderstorms.
The last thing I remember hearing before falling asleep. Was my mind starting to compose poetry from the sound, and the first drops of rain.
As thunder booms and
lighting crackles, the witch feels
safe in Gaia’s arms
© RedCat
Today’s Haibun is written for Haibun Monday at dVerse.
I’ve spent the day contemplating and writing those thoughts that begun during the night. I’m sure some of it will appear later in the week.
Read other Haibun’s written for the monthly dVerse prompt by me here.
Read other Daily Haibun’s here.
The world according to RedCat 
Nice weaving of spirituality and nature.
Falling asleep to poetry and rain. Sounds lovely.
Somehow, I imagined you as Thor in this haibun! A delightful twist on the Solstice!
So, so beautiful and the ending is serene.
WOW stunning
Beautiful! I love how you describe comforting your child and taking comfort in the storm yourself.
I love this!
-David
Love the haibun and its ties to your son in your arms and all of us cradled by mother earth. Happy solstice.
I agree with your love of thunderstorms, and snug with your son is a happy place to be! Well penned.
I never woke from the thunderstorm… I only noticed the rain the morning after.
I like this approach:
“The shortest night of the year.”
I have a hard time imagining sleeping on nights like that, but kudos to you for that subconscious writing as you dozed off.
I do love thunderstorms too. Not the destructive ones tho.