Rumble and Thud
It’s been sunny all day.
We went swimming. This afternoon
the heat and the humidity made it an effort to work in the sun. The sun set with wind coming in from the
North. The flashes came like headlights
turning into our driveway, flickering for a moment and then gone to shine
somewhere else. The first rumble shook
the glasses in the breakfront, taking away all question. It rolled across the street, a party that
wasn’t paying attention to the sound regulations. The rumble had a movement to it, a roll that
brought it down hill, out of the anvils up above. But there was no roll or movement at its
end. Only a thud, a slammed door that
made a point of power and finality.
Now comes the rain.
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