I’m awakened by the rain hitting the window, the barker for the upcoming show. Step right up, folks! This one’s a dazzler of light and sound. The lightning takes center stage as it illuminates the sky, followed by the chorus of thundering kettle drums. One cat leaps off the bed; the other snuggles closer to my side. My husband sleeps, but I’m held captive, an unwitting, unwilling audience for this production. Do hours pass, or does it just seem that way? The endless percussion, the strobing encores? The fortissimo storm music finally ends, drifting off, pianissimo, until it’s gone. I dream then of shadows and golden light, of distant seas and far off worlds, until at last, the sun rises, waking me again, with a gentle song.
whirling midnight storms
shadows flit through worlds and minds
in dawn’s light, vanish
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This Haibun is for Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Poetry Challenge.
The prompt words were shadow and light.
I’m also linking to dVerse, where Gayle is hosting an open link night.