196. Early Morning Storm

196.

EARLY MORNING STORM

Spilling from brimming clouds,

rain batters her open window,

soaks gauzy bedroom curtains.

Hard shatters break the silence,

thunder and lightning explode,

spewing from every direction.

In the yard, a puddle shimmers

at the bottom of the garden steps

where her mother's mint grows.

Heavy with raindrops, a leaf falls

across the soggy page of the day.

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