heartburn

some god with torrential mist for skin
looked down on the river
and decided to sweep his arm
downstream and obliterate
the whole scene
suddenly
what was at first a warming
advance of pale grey a wall of rain
was upon us with tempestuous
gouging winds and tree grasping fists
it lashed us with water from the sky
and water ripped from the river
with ever increasing frightening blasts of wind
lightning screamed mute in the torrent that
rocked houses and tossed treetops

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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