Thunderstorm
There is a storm overhead
Her head is in the clouds
Her feet are bare; in the rain
No need for a coat
As the dogs howl and the swirls dance; heavy in sound
Crack above startles the cat
A walking cliché in the blast
As the water cascades
Pelting the shed
And the window pains
She sits on the grass
Content in the cold
The downpour is the voice
To reason her words
Existing in time with the breath of a girl
The gale rages on
As she ponders its anger
And hums to its song
Her head is in the clouds
Her feet are bare; in the rain
No need for a coat
As the dogs howl and the swirls dance; heavy in sound
Crack above startles the cat
A walking cliché in the blast
As the water cascades
Pelting the shed
And the window pains
She sits on the grass
Content in the cold
The downpour is the voice
To reason her words
Existing in time with the breath of a girl
The gale rages on
As she ponders its anger
And hums to its song