Storm Watcher

It’s quiet
The clouds have moved in
Obscuring the Sky, chasing her away
with their dark countenance

drip…drop
marks the cry of angels
thrashing amidst each other relentless
shedding tears of anguish

rumble
harkens the musician
clever and spontaneous with his drum’s
deep and solemn rhythm

the players are in position waiting
for their conductor’s arrival
leaves swirl upon howls of impatience
for the promised concert

a flash of light indicates that
he is on his way
however he isn’t alone
his darling daughter will be dancing

A clatter sounds behind me.
It is my dear wife bringing a cup
Of coffee for me to indulge in
How wonderful she is

“Anything yet?”
“No the concert hasn’t started,
you haven’t missed a thing.”
“Good” as she settles by my side

Together we watch in silence
As the players ready
And the conductor takes his place
His daughter waiting eagerly

Then everything crashes down,
Lights flash, the earth shakes
My ears assaulted
my eyes dazzled

“I love watching storms…”