Thunderstorm in progress - a cinquain sequence

At seven-thirty on a summer evening

I sit
out on the porch
under the light to hear
the rain. When I look up again,
it's dark.

The wind
chime clangs. Thunder
shifts north and a power
outage darkens the porch for one
second.

Where is
the lightning bug
that flew in from the rain?
Hopefully hidden in fronds of
a fern.

c lovepatpress 8.18.09