The sounds of an early spring storm-
The low tumble, tumble of thunder,
the steady plash of rain on a metal roof
makes the dark seem that much darker,
the night seem that much calmer,
the coffee go down that much smoother,
the mood that much more mellow.
Once it stops, the shrill chirp of the spring
peepers announces to all that the season
is progressing on schedule.
Tomorrow the world will awaken
from this soggy dream. The sun will rise
and the breezes will blow to dry up
the sodden ground, and all will wait
for the next round to come along.
There will be many more before
the black-eyed Susan bloom and the buds
fall from the plum trees out back.