Poem for a Blistery Day

Crashing down the rain comes
in droves
in buckets
in dollops with wind,

The trees dance in a poetic kind of way
Once to the left
then to the right
then back and forth in a swaying motion,

The sounds of the storm
seep through every window
Entering the room
like a squeaky wheel down the street,

Flashlights and candles ready for action
Bundled in blankets and sighs,

Waiting, commiserating,
Till the evening falls onto the day
like a high tide onto the sand,

Goodnight oh wind and rain
and stars and moon
and land and trees
and to the song of night I swoon...