This Rue

The night is dark and glum.

The thunder cracks.

The lightning flashes.

The gusts get stronger,

Then die down.

The lightning gets dimmer.

The thunder gets quieter.

Nothing to worry about,

It’s just a storm.

Or is it?

I haven’t a clue.

Too bad for me.

And too bad for you.

This life of mine is all a rue.