Just A Storm (for Dave)

A cumulonimbus

growing in gigantic whiteness

emanates a few grey stratus

as messengers announcing

it’s forthcoming. The wind blows,

I close some windows.

I love the storm, el tormenta.

Still see some blue behind the

accumulating clouds…I put the

hot water on for my shower….

listening to lounge jazz…

“and we’ll banish the pain 

and the sorrow…”

The clouds are playing

light and dark. I doubt they

know the mood I’m in.

A gap of blue, as if the storm

can’t make up it’s mind.

I don’t know which way 

the storm is coming…from

behind me, but, there’s blue

in front of me….sneaky storm.

Nice wind. Maybe we could

party together sometime.