Sound asleep,
lost in land of unreal dreams.
Startled awake - Kerboom, kerrash!
Sudden, fleeting stark-white windows,
curtain cloud-like inward blows .
I lay still, in hope listen ..
Silence ..then, the slow pitt pat
on the rooftop,
pitt pitt pitter
pitter pitter, pitter pat
patter pitter .. pitt .. pitt
pat.
silence then.
At break of day look out to see
all is dry, and wonder why.
Only random craters, just
creative patterns left
in the constant, cosmic, pavement dust.
[unfinished work, apparently, always evolving]
2 comments:
I like it! :) always wishing for thunderstorms in my area. we are in a drought.
Not a lot of life-giving moisture came out of that particular thunderstorm, Kathy .. just a lot of sound and fury, signifying very little.
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