storm rune
Yesterday, the rain burst from the dark clouds
striking the earth and pelting down the streets as hard as pebbles
a sudden loud thump like the footsteps
of a rain god walking across the roof
in the form of a torrent with purple and gray hues,
sprinkling the world with gray showers
as it glides through the cool air with the rain-laden wind.
I was eating my dinner,
not knowing this magical event was happening outside.
I didn’t feel miserable when I looked through
the window, but happy to see the world being washed
of destruction, misery, and grief
I saw the trees gulping the rain with their green mouths—
their leaves were soaked in joy and glee.
So, I went back to my desk and nodded my head and said,
“Wow happiness can come in the form
of weather when you least expect it.”
I wasn’t just happy to watch the downpour—
I was more excited to see the trees wet—
their green silks glistening under the moon’s silver beak.
Then the rain god shouted, “That's enough!’’ and disappeared.
Then the sky cleared.
And then the moon slipped out of the clouds.
The wet leaves quivered— a green motion of silence.
nova dawn