These are our quiet reminders,
the far away rain,
has finally made it here.
I swear,
there is nothing more coveted
than that sound
the wind throwing the rain
against the windows.
The rhythm march
with each new band,
each new downpour wave.
The ground tries to keep up,
there’s just too much wetness
the puddles are everywhere.
I can’t help but stare
out of an upstairs window
the tree try and hold on
bending by nature’s force
their dark silhouettes
in contrast to the gray sky.
Autumn’s grasp,
throws this storm at all of us
we huddle inside
because it’s supposed to be
safe inside here.
Dragonfly Poetry 