SPRING STORM

the distant voice of the darkening sky clears it’s throat
and the birds pause in their singing
the smell of rain hangs heavy on the air
the morning breeze carries it through partially opened windows
and then the quick sound of the first falling drops
gentle at first and then more insistent
now it comes
but then quickly passes
when suddenly a rogue flash and crackle of sound
breaks the quieting wet
and then that fear that seems to follow
what will these days be like
I have not saved for their eventuality
and now she must suffer for it
except for that I shall not mind it
and now the once more gentle sounds
signal the passing of danger
and I sit in the coziness of our dry apartment
having passed through it safely once more
in the distance a heavy freight train whines its complaint
down its lonely track to some far off destination