September Storm

Stone-colored clouds

Bringing torrents of rain.

Wind rattles doors and panes;

Bends young trees in half,

Snaps limbs off old ones.

Patio table turns over,

Shattering glass top

Into tiny puzzle pieces.

Lights blink…

On…off…on…off:

Complete darkness!

Creek waters spill over,

Backyard filling like a lake.

Stone-colored clouds

Bringing torrents of rain

And ripples of fear

That run like a strong current

Into my heart.

I wring my hands,

Swallow hard,

Fight back the urge

To breakĀ  into

Salty tears.