April Storm by Elliot Engberg The rain starts to fall, a drop at a time, Then, constant soft tappings on a glass pane. A flash, bright light, through the sky up it climbs. The roar of thunder drowns out the rain. I listen to the steady rhythm go, Often intrusions of shuddering sounds of distant rumbles moving broad and slow, shaking in their weight even stable grounds. Indoors is ever safe and warm and dry. My soft old dog snuggles down by my side, as I look through the window at the sky — tumultuous waves of cloud, deep, grey, and wide. After an hour or so a sky pale blue! Beams of light poke through the silvery gloom. The torrent halts — sunlight and starry dew. Beyond the land, I see a rainbow bloom. Page 73
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