A few nights ago, last week or so

I realized that sometimes there's no thunder and lightning when it's raining; no blinding flash to catch your attention. And sometimes the sparks that fly, explosions in the sky, and lights off in the distance are sometimes little more than wishful thinking as an airplane flew by. And every streetlight that came and went reminded me of the last little bit of faith I couldn't hold on to but bear to let go of.