spatter-drop
the raindrops dance
to the rattled tin sound
of thunder
the clouds in flight
are waving
bye bye
bye
and
bye
spatter-drop-spatter
the rain is dancing
falling
faster now
the thunder
is a grey tin fence
right beside me
right above me
someone beating it
with a stick
I think
the clouds are fleeing
before crescendo comes
a fence crescendo
drop-splatter-drop
it’s raining now
© Frank Prem, 2017
October 2017 Poem #39: above
