The PAD challenge is still going strong and so far I’ve managed to keep up with it. Six poems in six days–20% there!

Spring Thunderstorm

 

Thunder rolls in the distance,

then shatters the air nearby like an exploded grenade,

snapping tree branches and rattling the windows.

Next comes the rain,

no gentle patter or soft shoe shuffle,

but a legion of out of step and inept

tap dancers having a recital over my head.

To step outside would be courting ague,

so everything comes to a halt,

except the thunder that crashes again and again,

until it suddenly stops

as if blown away by the wind,

leaving the world soaked

and serenaded by raindrops

falling from the eaves.

 

~Elise Skidmore ©2017

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