On coming rain
Looms like the
Flashing lights of
A patrol car
In rear-view mirrors
Creating an anxiety
Until you’re wet
Hoping for thunder
Stormy days make
Me want to
Curl beneath blankets
Like critters burrowing
Deeper together huddling
Waiting for clouds
To pass by
The morning dark
Except for flashes
Of light and
Thunder like evil
Wizards are fighting
Storms approach quickly
Like galloping horses
As the air
Is thick with
Moistures like loofa
Sponges sudsy with
Rain the morning
Is stirred like
A soupy pot
The night hangs
In tall trees
Clouds of moon-glow
Wisps of Luna’s
Veil drapes the
Mighty pines as
Soupy clouds drift
Lower like tails
Of kites getting
Caught in power
Lines haunting the
Ghoulish landscape frightens
Even birds as
They whisper their
Quiet morning melodies
The morning is
As peaceful as
A cemetery everyone
Is staying home
Including those under
Earth even the
Ghouls have lost
Their voices instead
Flying about silently
The sky this
Morn is a
Sleepy white pale
Blue with rose
Quartz at horizon
Plane sounds like
Hot griddles hitting
Cold water even
The trees lack
Pop as though
They were painted
Saul back East
Hasn’t opened his
Eyes yet causing
All this drowsiness
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 