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!
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