Warm caramel fudge cools
in the Sunny Spring kitchen.
Night has come, foreboding;
a buzz of something in the air.
The cats get the Zoomies
then the birds start their chatter
as the trees become loud.
The porch chair waits for me
so I sit for a while and look
skyward for signs of life,
I see the clouds move in.
An intensification of feelings
as the first rumble shakes
the atmosphere into action.
Another tenor rumbling,
then a flash of light;
the sky is dancing wildly.
I cannot pull away from
the sight, even as you
speak of the dangers.
Droplets drum the roof;
now the porch is alive with water.
I reach out to touch the heavens;
you don’t say a word.
C & K 