No Harm Done
Sept 15 2023
Hail the size of nickels
rattled the windows
and pinged off the trim,
ricocheted against the shingles
with a furious din
that sent the dogs cowering
and put me on edge,
loud enough
to drown out the thunder
of the sudden summer storm.
The downpour came after,
a waterfall
so hard and fast
the ground couldn't absorb it all,
filling shallow lakes
with cold muddy rain,
and scouring the gravel
as it ran down the driveway
in deep zig-zag streams.
But summer storms are short,
and before long
it was blue skies and warm sun.
No harm done.
Just like me, and my famous impatience
hair-trigger temper
whipsaw moods,
best to simply wait
until the skies clear.
And how can I ever complain
when I’m just as mercurial
as the weather these days?
Lightning, hail
furious rain,
my face
red with rage.
The summer storm
will pass soon enough.
And my sudden outburst
is best ignored,
no harm done.
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