summer storm

daylit sky blackens.
storms roll in
threatening,
dark clouds unleash
a torrent of
rain, lightening, thunder.

run in between drops
and bolts
with useless umbrellas.
leap over new rivers
on sidewalks
and sudden lakes
in parking lots
and under bridges.

safe at home
shelter protects
but leaves us
vulnerable.
search for sustenance
without cooking.
open all windows and doors
hoping for a
break in the heat.

sun sets but
incandescence
fluorescence
and neon glows
are replaced by
the twinkling
stars in the sky.

we fall asleep
marvelling at
our place in the world.
we wake up to
our alarm clocks.

(Image vis Flikr Creative Commons, courtesy of discopalace)
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poetic asides

For this week, write a summer poem. Summer can be a good thing–a relaxing time at the beach or on a deck reading a book, for instance. However, summer can also be a time when temperatures rise and tempers flare. – Robert Lee Brewer

let’s connect

This poem was inspired by the Toronto Storm two nights ago. I would love to hear your experience in it. Write it in the comments below, or message me on Twitter, Facebook, and LinkedIn. Plus, sign up for free e-mail updates from this blog in the top right-hand corner of the page.