last night I awoke to
large angry raindrops
as tempestuous as a
cold winter’s hail
as thunder rolled
across the night sky
as though trying to
knock over tenpins
amidst lightning strikes
only noticed as the
dark bedroom curtains
began casting shadows
but tonight setting high
in the night sky rests
a sliver of new moon
between gray pillow clouds
© August 2013
Renee Espriu

