Storm Gazing

Rain-waves crashing at my windows 
Cannon clouds booming in the night 
Firework’s invisible grand show 
Roof tiles salute the gale in flight 

Dustbin’s teeth, percussive chatter 
Plastic bag ghouls afloat on air 
Recyclables topple, clatter 
The roof groans, moans in its despair 

Mums anxiously peek through windows 
Kids, in duvet dreams spin, cocooned 
Shrubs curtsy and flowers bow low 
to storm’s war combatant platoons 

Dogs join in the thunder’s chorus
Dads rescue wet washing from lines 
Heavy hooves pound; Moon’s in Taurus 
Poseidon’s fork, lights up the sky 

Fine sprayed bullets upon glass pane
Rolling thunder and wind at duel 
House shudders; glass rattles in frame
Pacing cat, knows not what to do 

Letter box converse with drain pipes
Break free gutter becomes log flume
Vicious branches, vehicles swipe 
Darkling clouds; spiralling black plumes 

Brass number nine, spins on front door 
Dandelions decapitate 
Bare trees whisper foreboding lore 
The gate does its best to escape 

Polka dot sheep now all huddle
Swallows take cover in the eaves
I sit here in blanket, snuggled
Enjoying downpour’s symphony 

Though I worry for the poor souls,
who make their beds out on the street 
At mercy of weather’s control 
Global warming, we should all heed 

Now suddenly as it came, leaves
Leaves behind eclectic treasures 
Like murmurations lift from trees
Leaves awe’s gift of peaceful pleasure

© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry
Photography by Egor Yakushkin