Stormy Night

The thunder booms like
   the distant sound of a firecracker
   on the Fourth of July.
Raindrops gently tickle the window
   and then begin to rap, rap, rap,
   as if to say, “Let me in!”
The hail bounces as tiny pebbles
   hitting the concrete
   and rebouding back again.
The lightning, a fleeting strobe,
  engulfs the sky in white hot,
  illuminating the pressing darkness.
Wind blows, bending branches,
  trying to move houses of stone
  yet finding difficulty.
Is it cacophony? Is it symphony?
Is it destruction?  Is it restoration?

~ by merylherr on August 8, 2009.