At a quarter
past yesterday,
I got up to make
water,
a fragment
of light flashed
behind the
window shade –
couldn’t be,
I thought,
then thunder
rolled.
A patter on
the chimney cover,
I opened the
back door,
and stepped
out.
As I nearly
dodged between
the drops,
the sky
flashed,
and one
thunder away,
rain fell
to the dark,
hot earth.
Doubting
still,
I returned
to bed,
And it
became an
inch and
three-quarters
by morning,
and the sky
burned blue
yet again.
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