Dancing in the Rain

• I see

the sky begin

to darken as clouds in

my mind gather, as to form

condensation of phrases.

a poetic pressure gauge

peaks and

suddenly

a

strike

of light;

the pen

to page.

words

begin

to fall like

showers

from

heaven

slowly,

drop

by

drop

until

...

..

.

it

is

p

o

u

r

i

n

g

.

.

.

.

and the once thirsty and

dry pages, are soaking wet

photo credit:

Lighting bolt for skyclan.jpg