Thunder Rumbled

^{By Annette Gagliardi}

Thunder rumbled like men arguing in the next room --
Their grumbling continued the squabble through the darkness.
Relentlessly incessant with no hope of compromise

Shy clouds-peek-a-boo lightening acting like paparazzi
On a feeding frenzy.

Rain beat an irregular rhythm directed by fierce, then placid winds.
Washing the rain this way and that --
Into every crevice and cranny.

Rabbits and squirrels scampered to burrow and bough
in search of refuge.
Snuggled safe in their shelter, they close eyes tight against the storm.

_{by A.Gagliardi}

When it rains the smell

of fresh dirt rises up and captures

my senses and I am embraced by Mother Earth.

When it rains

the thunder speaks to me

at length and in volumes

that light up the sky with illumination.

When it rains

all your love washes over me

your caress slides

down my cheek

and touches my heart.

When it rains.