The raindrops
fall against the windows
like the sound of little children
running barefoot down the hall.
Then a rumbling,
first in the distance,
growing closer
until lightning crashes overhead
and it's almost like the heavens
are being torn apart,
sure to come tumbling down
at any moment.
And the house,
so quiet for once,
a drastic contrast
to the angry storm outside.
The house will surely
be blown away
by the howling winds
and driving rain.
But then the raging clouds
are blown across the sky
by the same winds
that seemed so hostile before.
The rain turns from a torrent
back into running feet.
Then even the feet stop
and all is quiet.
The only clouds are white and few
while the sun shines down
through a sky that was all darkness
just a few moments ago.

01/01/2001

Author's Note: revised 2001

Posted on 09/20/2002
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