Life in Poetry reading, writing, reflecting

Life in Poetry reading, writing, reflecting
April showers bring May flowers

Friday 3 October 2014

Storm


The rolling rumble
choked my lungs.
Through the glass pane,
the sky lit up,
a wave of white light.

The stars were thinking
beyond cloudless heavens.
No air seeped through
the barricade of shutters.
No reprieve from damp heat.

The downpour came and went.
And when darting daytime broke
only sparse puddles
circled the house,
had settled on the bench and chairs.



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