Storms move onshore.A crow caws on the light post.
Protector or trickster, message or omen.
A sign of things to come?
The clouds move over us,
Cats careen from room to room.
Thunder rumbles and lightening flashes.
The sky is only bright to the east.
The wind swirls and blows.
Rain runs from the roof in rivulets.
The birdbath fills and overflows,
Watering newly planted seeds.
The storm passes.
The crow moves on, his job completed.
The message from the gods:
No tricks today.
The western sky brightens.
The dark clouds retreat to the east.
I like crows.
We needed the rain.
