The hyperactive raindrops darkened the sidewalk to brown
As I watched from my vantage point
A traumatic storm bruised the sky -- denying the sun
Inflicting metallic fists of rain that spark off the streets, cars,
windows, and buildings
Lightning scratches through the murky sky's face
Galvanizing the air into breathless gasping
Searing the clouds apart
Thunder vibrates irritably, momentarily constraining all other sound
The rain renders all shapes formless
Moving in a sluggish blur
We like curious fish in an aquarium on land
The gray filmy sky erases the edges of reality
With only the purring of the dying rain
Between waning thunderclaps
Soon the transient storm clouds crawl away
Receding like a tide finally spent
And the sun finally melts through reluctant clouds
Drying the tears of rain away.
 
 

Copyright 1999 by Lyssa Aja