Hard rain and potent thunder

An elephant herd of storm clouds
trample overhead. The air vibrates
electrically. The wind is rough
as hide scraping my face.

Longhaired rain occludes the pines.
This storm seems personal. We
crouch under the weight of the laden
air, feeling silly to be afraid.

Water comes sideways attacking
the shingles. The skylight drips.
We feel trapped in high surf
and buffeted. When the nickel

moon finally appears dripping
we are as relieved as if an in-
truder had threatened us and
then walked off with a shrug.

– Marge Piercy

CultFit Peace

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3 Comments on “Hard rain and potent thunder”

  1. Maia says:

    Oh we certainly got those elephants here… they even brought wth them white, cold, puffy stuff called snow!


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