A Storm is Coming

The wind is loud in my ear.
The sky, an oppressive white wall,
slowly turning a more familiar gray,
the wind smells of rain
and I hear the sounds of birds’ songs.
They barely reach my ears
I lay on this roof,
almost as if to say
I’m better than the house below.
I feel more at home amidst
the howling wind, the chirping birds,
the newly green leaves,
so suddenly appearing on the trees.
Informing me it’s spring again.
I feel at home here.
Though, knowing that the comforts
of an indoor life are but mere seconds away.
But it’s cool outside
and the violent dance the trees perform
draws my eye and my attention.
They move with such fluidity,
such unchoreographed motion, so natural.
This place where I sit, admiring this natural wonderland,
is soon to be drenched with rain.
It’s been a long time coming. In the works.
Maybe I’m here, in this place, in defiance.
Revolting against nature’s rules-
being in it. Taking part in its awaited drama.
Maybe I’m defying God.
Daring Him to strike me down.
One righteous, crackling bolt.
I do not resent Him, only question His resolve.

Small rain drops pelt my face
as the horizon draws nearer.
The sky has grown dim,
as if in an hours time, the day has passed.
The wind, now with a subtle chill,
has grown more violent, more unrestrained.
It seeks to take the pages I write.
I whisper, in reply to its howling,
“Leave the pages, take me.”

A Storm is Coming


Victoria, United States

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Sitting on my roof, waiting.

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