A ripple of air passes over a
curtain in an open window.
Papers tumble gently, trapped
at the base of a picket fence.
A weathervane signals
direction, twisting quickly.
A furious language descends.
Shutters slap senselessly
without rhythm.
Tree tops swirl like ocean
bottom seaweed.
Leaves and branches are
swallowed by winds appetite.
Clouds swell. The sky ignites
with jagged bristling tails.
Rain releases the beginning
of healing.
The storm finds reason to move.
Sounds fade to welcome release.
Roger Singer 