I sit on my perch high above the sidewalk.
The rain is falling loudly,
A steady beat that slaps the ground
With the flat handed, full swing
Of an insulted lover.
The trees and flowers and potted plants
Surround me on the second floor,
An observatory of sorts,
A Mother's Day gift some years ago.

*

The rain continues to drum,
Though its beat has slowed some
In the last few minutes.
The sun had stuck her head out this morning
But quickly retreated to her room,
Acting a bit modest
(maybe she is dressing?)
So the sky has remained a mottled gray.

*

I am comfortable here, totally undetected
A four year old in her hideaway.
The only disturbance,
An AC unit as it hums,
Reminding me I am not as invisible
As I would like to be.

*

A distant roll of thunder,
The storm is passing.
The rain has slowed to a trickle,
Hitting neighboring roofs,
Captured in drainpipes,
And deposited in the thirst earth below.
My water color sky is thinning,
The gray washing away,
Leaving the promise of blue and a sunny Heaven.


mlea2009