The storm began suddenly.
Eager trees swayed at the shoulders
skeletal but never menacing.
Heavy grey sheet draped across the
rooftops, trapping the wind as it
raced through the streets
obeying the solidity of buildings
but leading branches and leaves in
a primal dance.
The rain joined in, carousing
with a howl
hips quivering and arms wild
an increasing tempo
and then calm.
The trees sighed.
Someone pulls the grey sheet away
receding lip of the tide
to reveal the sky in perfect clarity
dark depths of the universe and
pinpoints of white
and that glowing spectre
like a god smiling
at the whims of the earth.