September Storm

Just a storm, in September.

Wave after wave

Of thunderstorms

Washes over me.

 

Each flash of lightening

Brightly lights up

My spartan apartment.

 

 

As if

It was midday

Again.

 

Drowning under

Each new wave of rain

Coating the land

Like a cleansing sheet.

 

Chasing away

The last of summer's

Tainted breathe

From the air.

Author's Note

Originally written, September 5, 2014.

Reviews

[Emily B]

i watch the sky, thunderstorms mean tornadoes in this neck of the woods, another kind of cleansing, just rougher

[therisa]

We get them, too, Emily, but rarer. It's scary, how the sky glowed, an eerie green, when the tornado struck about 3 km from home, when I was a teenager.