Afterglow
The air, white with rain
so dense it looked like snow,
fell straight and strong
in drops huge and heavy
presenting an impervious
wall of water.
"You'd be soaked to the skin
in two minutes flat," he said.
It stopped as suddenly
as it had begun,
leaving a strange after-light
in air as clean and crisp
as just washed lettuce.
The sudden stillness
and absence of sound
brought an eerie peacefulness
and a sharp awareness
of the hidden power
controlling one's destiny
Cona F. Adams, 9/7/11
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2016
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