Storm is lashing the world outside,
Hour after hour rain comes down,
Clouds releasing and letting go,
Street poles swaying as gusts of wind,
Whipping the power lines as I watch
Debris gather in floating eddies at gutters
Overflowing the roads, pools of water
Spraying as cars plow through.
We were given warning, yet still
Fingers tighten as hands clench,
Windows closed against absent birdsong.
The world is getting its bath now,
Cleansed by storms and smoking thunder.
Sitting as an ashen shrub, I float away
Waiting indoors for the Sun to come out and play.
The dog warns, “Best not to wait too long….
I have some business to do today….”