Chances

The lights glow, outlining,
Highlighting, forecasting,
In shades of red, then green.
And yellow, the in between.

Droplets slide down the glass
Some clinging to the door handle,
Others falling, splat, to the pavement
Not able to hold on as life spins away.

Lightning strikes, cracking the earth,
Opening the seams, energy,
Electricity, transferred from the sky
To the ground, and those close by.

Thunder rolls off the clouds, the hills,
Echoing the lost and forgotten hopes, the
Broken and shattered dreams, the chances
Not taken, that have turned to regrets.

She stares up, searching the stars,
But they’re hidden by the storm, out of reach.
She blinks, wondering if it’ll pass,
So she can try again.