In the Rain

 

Lightning flashes twist me from window
to window, following
Three strikes nearby then pebble-sized hail
bounces from the hood and roof

Each impact dares me
    find the point of contact
I turn and turn at each sound
seeking a source

The hail lapses to rain
    large, hard drops that layer me
    in punctuated metallic staccato
Water-running windows look out
on a blurry world

 

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