Spring Storm

thunder rumbled and growled

flexing its mighty strength

angry lightning  stomped between clouds

  the house seemed to gather its breath

 its heartbeat pulsed, pretending to be empty

there was a slight stiffness to the way

she slipped through the air crossing the room

as a lively patina of emotions

squirmed across her thoughts, like static electricity

another clap of thunder rolled,

 windowpanes vibrating like drumheads

lights throbbing dimly like pulsing storm beams

coruscating curtains of radiant rain

silvered the night

torrents pounded and pried seeking entrance

as the storm painted luminous galaxies on the skylights

while faint images crawled the hallway floors

loneliness was present as if pure purpose

encased in impatience pierced and filled the void

with an oppressive sense of bleakness

standing by the window the street was visible

behind that sequined veil of rain

only in a succession of wedges between half closed blinds

her reflection

just bounced back

into the lonesome void

Carole Mathys

May 1, 2010