Summer storms have come back today.
The heat mixes with the sun and the rain condenses,
Builds to a crescendo and I am almost soaked on my way to the subway.
So much is different since the last time I felt the salt and skies of June kiss my skin.
I remember the darkness of the gathering clouds is nothing to be afraid of,
That the storm never lasts and the sun will draft prisms across the air of tomorrow’s early morning.
The wolves outside my window are quiet in the sheets of water.
Today is my day to survive.
A thunderstorm has come calling tonight.
Curled in my little room, drops land on my windows,
Run rivulets on the fire escape.
I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the rain.
I cannot wait to see the rainbows in the mists of a tomorrow’s sunny morning.
Yet again, life seems to get in the way of me updating this blog. Writing gets few and further between sometimes in the flurry of life and work and adventures. I want to say thank you to everyone who followed this year’s poetry challenge, and an even bigger one for sticking with me as I share my thoughts with you.
This year’s weekly poem is starting off late, and I want to do my best to catch up. For now, I’ll begin posting weekly again, and as always, we will see where it goes.
Thank you to everyone who reads and connects with my work, and happy reading of all to come.