Saturday Morning


She watches the rain from her apartment without lights.
It was unexpected,
Like epilepsy
Or a present out of season,

Every drop a second
When the clock
Or her heart

Every drop an instant
Streaking down the pane,
Lost in a puddle at the bottom.

The thunder barrels through the clouds,
Finally crashing in a flash,
A shock,
And then the spatter and the drizzle.

- 5/23/12