Arrias and His Muse: Spring Storm
His Muse tickled his fingertips as the word of the storm came in. “A foot of rain in a couple days.” Morning, Fools! Welcome, April!
Spring Storm
The rain begins to fall
Heavy drops on the window pane,
Black clouds in a flat black sky,
A flash of lightning again.
A spring storm has come to the Wood,
Feel the moisture, smell the rain,
A distant rumble of thunder,
The air sizzles and pops like champagne.
More drops now, falling faster,
The puppies gather near,
Another flash, another rumble,
It is now that time of year.
At my desk, they huddle close,
Behind a fortress of books and maps,
A finger or two of scotch while I read,
The puppies take a nap.
Copyright 2025 Arrias
April 1, 2025
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