Thunder Storm

Rain taps at the window, a song of secretive inuendo lost in the rolling rumble of distant thunder’s grumble a drummer’s play of pattered rhythms streaming light flashes and holy chrism. Tip toeing down the siding hard but on the ground gliding slip sliding fast to the drainage ditch soaking the soil there to be enriched. Ponds form, pulling grass and dirt along the flow into the circled churning waters moving and on the go, waves of accumulated crests build up in the corners there where the ground levels out and holds this place ensnared. The water pools and ripples in the clouded shade rain slows bringing rush of thirsty creatures on parade. A squirrel, a rabbit, a blue jay and a sparrow lapping up the earth’s parched liquid marrow Worms rise from the drowning earth life in silent unseen rebirth. All the world is renewed with rain in earth’s blended stew.