The windows shake with terror,
reflecting inside lights,
peparing for the badness
of many endless nights.
How long have they been waiting
for this storm to come?
People are fleeing in the streets
while the raindrops watch them run.
Trees are swaying in the wind,
standing against the storm;
hail pounding at their limbs
while distant thunder roars.
Bubbles rise from the mud,
like Earth is gasping out for breath.
Rain is pounding at the windowsills
of the houses that are left.
The water rises steadily
as some search for higher ground.
The trees are all that are left standing;
refusing to go down.
The clouds swirl across the sky,
searching for the sun,
while people watch anxiously,
until they too are gone.
Silence with the gazing eye,
for the moment fear subsides.
The sun now shines in loneliness
with no eyes to turn toward the skies