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.
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