Day: April 11, 2011

Storm Watching


jagged edges pierce the night.
bright shards of light break the darkness.
odorious, ozone currents of plazma blue the air.


drummers pounding on a million skins wake the silence.
deep rumbling shakes every soul.
broken is the sweet envelope of slumber.


a single drop leads to a sunami of liquid sunshine.
steady downpours purge the earth.
the afterscent is a clean, fresh perfume.