I was reading a book

when I felt the sky darken.


Then the lightening, the thunder

and finally the rain came.


I watched the grass wave

and raindrops spatter on the side walk —

then rain drops on the window screen.


They landed there and

broke into little rivulets —

some of them then stopping —

some of them continuing for awhile —

all of them blurring my vision of the storm

which rumbled  and flickered for a time

then slowly withdrew.


The screen still held these translucent spaces

and they lingered

even after quiet came

when I resumed my reading.


The storm was not especially fierce

and it had no name —

but I’ll remember it just the same.


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