Spring Storm

Spring Storm


The first dozen raindrops fall on my window—

The first dozen raindrops of the first spring storm.

The sky is a chaos of color and light;

Impending fury in the billowed-up clouds.


Without warning, the rain breaks its cover.

It comes down in torrents—soldiers without rank.

The raging outside reaches a fever pitch

To match my seething heart and mind.

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3 Responses to Spring Storm

  1. Tokoni O. Uti says:

    beautiful piece. Lovely imagery

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