25 Hour Watch

Gray skies, gray heart.
So gray she predicted there would be a heavy cloud
Hovering over her home,
Upon her return from chinese food,
Just waiting, patiently,
To empty itself on her.
She watched the sky on the way home…nothing.
She pulled onto her street…not a cloud in sight.
Into the driveway…there it was.
As she opened the door…

The roar of thunder permeated her being.

The moment she stepped out of the car,
The sky poured down rain.
She laughed,
Went inside,
Into her closet,
Sat on the floor…
and she poured down rain.