Watching a Summer Thunderstorm

Raindrops rapping against my window,
a warning of the coming storm
trying to tell me in its own way
that I should take cover,
but I do not understand.
I remain watching from my safe haven, and peer
through the glass at the charcoal colored sky.
The windchimes sing outside, the sweet and innocent melody
contradictory to the raging gusts.
Nature growls in deep bellowing tones as the bright
flash of light fades, and comes again.