Poem: Sudden Storm on A Winter Night

Sudden Storm on A Winter Night

Now it is raining, loud clatters,
the roof, the ground,
everywhere from outside
it is heard.  It came
in a moment
from silence to storm
without any time,
and it seems to be staying,
to be here.  It hushes
a bit now and then,
softens for a few moments,
but it is clear and steady
even when it slows,
and it only slows
for moments, not enough
anyone would notice
if they were outside,
I don't think.  It is here
where there is not rain,
here where it is only noise
and not the soaking cold
of being trapped
in this sudden deluge,
only here is there 
this luxurious distance,
a separation, a space
in which the sound
can echo, can be heard
as a change
that seems to matter.

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