It's still raining.
the humid air
like a woman ready to give birth.
waits,
knowing the inevitability of the coming storm.
patient,
the wind breathes in
torpid strokes
a slow cadence, measuring time.
the sky blazes with light
sparks set the clouds on fire
light
and then the dark reclaims the sky
no thunder
thunderbolts sear the sky
daring
man to ascend the throne of night
fountains
descend from the air
the waiting
is over.
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October in Vermont 2007
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