by Kerry Hammerton
Rain flutters on street corners
blurs the light thrown down
by yellow street lamps, hushes cars
as they beetle their way home.
Frogs bark their joy into the greyed-in
sky. Puddles accumulate water
in a steady dah dah dah of sounds
that echo the raindrops on my roof.
I am waiting for the weather to ease,
for the sky to open, for the storm
in me to break.