weather
you wake to the slap
of rain on glass
some god throwing stones
of water at your window
wake up! wake up!
a brilliant flash erases
the sky for a moment
nothing but light & you
begin the count one-
thousand-one-one-
thousand-two-one-
thousand-three and before
four the WHACK! of thunder
& another & another
wake up! wake up!
& as you drift back to dream
you wonder briefly what god
might be waiting down there
in the garden, storm pebbles
heavy in his hand
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