Sit at the window
Stare at the wet gray morning
The streets strewn with trash
Contemplate the storm
The darkened rush of pain, slips
The rain moving on
A broken column
The great tree, scorched and
limbless
Bursting at its roots
The electric flash
A conflict of heat and light
Summoned from the Earth
The park grounds are filled
With mud and mire, swamp water
Worms crawl and slither
The deluge ending
A breakfast for the robins
Feast for the sparrow
