Eye Of The Storm

 

The black clouds gather

Heavy rain drops splat

There is iron on your tongue

The bitter taste of storm

Head thick with thunder

White light splits the sky

The trailing crack rattles windows

A cat cowers beneath a bush

Shivering in its fear

The deluge follows

Straight javelins of rain

You lift your head back

As the heavens empty

Water fills your mouth

A cleansing brew of crystal

Mixed with metallic notes

Drenched, you step back inside

The pavements already steaming

As the sun returns to the sky

A moment of cool pleasure

On a stormy June day