The Storm Bath
Out in the open, I heard
Soft rumbles in the sky.
A gale rose, fell. Clouds darkened,
Began to weep. At first, a light drizzle,
Then showers; the contents poured down,
A deluge as in the time of Noah.
Robins nestled in hiding, scared of singing;
Bees clasped their wings, huddled in hives.
No singing, no buzzing, but the howls
Of storm and snaps of boughs.
I stood, soloing in a storm bath.
Copyright © Celestine Ikwuamaesi | Year Posted 2015
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