Rumbling low in the distance,
Feeling the change in air pressure,
She’s alert, trembling, afraid.
Up on all fours, pushing, nudging for safety.
Winds howling in protest, rain lashing down,
Lightning illuminates the bow,
But the rolls of thunder scare the most.
Unseen, but felt in vibration,
A certain pitch to torment the senses,
Never knowing when the next boom will come calling.
Strong but kind fingers caress her coat,
Soothing her nerves as a voice speaks softly,
‘Nothing can hurt you’.
Words of protection and promise,
She snuggles down alongside,
Still shaking slightly, her nose
Buried deep into the pocket of sanctuary,
The rhythmic presence of calm and love:
A different pressure comes over her,
One of contentment and peace.