Storm Watcher

I love rainy days.

The kind framed by a gray haze.

Where big, wet drops fall from the sky.

Like thousand of shimmering, crystal eyes.

Then they disappear in a miniature explosion,

Upon the ground, scattering it. Erosion.

While thunder rumbles far above your heads.

The flashes of lightning illuminate me on my bed.

Crouched up on the covers, pressed against the window.

My eyes wide & filled with awe, enjoying my own little show.

Finally, I’ll get tired & go to bed with a sigh,

The musical patter of rain on the rooftop, my lullaby.

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

I enjoyed this very much. I love storms especially spectacular electric storms I spent some time in Malay when I was a young fellow and waiteed longingly for the monsoons Sometimes it poured non stop for days at atime.Like living in a warm shower but it cured our prickly heat rash ivor