21 July 2012
I can not hear the city for the beating sheets of rain, Streaming down in curtained folds across the window panes.
The clouds ignite with lightning bolts that paint the roiling sky, Turning gray to gold before the thunder rumbles by.
The drought broke several days ago; what a welcome change that was! We danced outside as fatted drops burst mushroom clouds of dust.
But soon the flooded gutters backed up like a filthy sink. The ground that was so thirsty quickly had too much to drink.
There is no plunger large enough to help it drain away. The rising water takes out houses as if made of clay.
The lightbulbs flicker off and somehow stagger back again. The leaking roof has left upon the carpet growing stains.
I pull the tea bag from from my mug and place it on the sill. Through the glass, I sense the Earth exert her angry will.
#Household In Disarray • Opuss № I