August 6, 2014

Waiting For Thunder

From the patio at dusk,
I see lightning 
a long way off,
a smudge of gray rain
under distant clouds.
Seconds pass
until faint thunder
rumbles across
the valley floor,
a warning to get inside 
while I can, take refuge 
under my red tile roof.
Now the thunder
booms all around,
birds fly by
in the wind,
the heat has broken,
it's cool again.
I say your name,
but you're 
not here,
as large drops,
one by one,
begin to fall.