If the Sky Speaks of Anything by Amanda Arbuckle
If the sky speaks of anything It speaks of rain An anxious whispering of the wind The dark clouded brow of sky A chance raindrop before its time Surely, these are auguries if anything is. Thunder reverberates overhead Through the backyard Through my soul My actions are a tumult of hurry Feed the dogs Bring them in Stow the lawn chair cushions inside a weather-proof bin Watch for the wind Preparations before the rain. I did not know for sure it would rain It was a guess, a conjecture Instinct told me more than the weatherman could And when it came, there was no mistaking it That glorious onslaught against the window panes Rain like the patter of children's feet Like soldiers' drums Like lovers' voices, rising and falling through the dark. Thunder like a parent's voice, low and reproving Welcoming even if it heralded lighte...