The Apron of Eden

Suddenly, blocks of rain swiftly came like a drummer on black cocaine striking the roof in such a peculiar way. Next, the thunder came pounding like God bearing down from heaven's breast onto the neck of a stained-glassed train track. Before long it was all gone the blocks-the glass-the God. The silence came next- like a dead snake under a rusty rake (or a fading tattoo in the pan of the brain).. tongue resting heavy on the apron of Eden. ...amidst all this brief- but wonderful mess all I could think about was shivering birds and how joyful the chorus frogs and pumpkin seed must be.