"Friday..."

"Echoing Thunders..."

"Friday..."

A storm came spiraling

and thundering through...
the power "blinked" here
mind-to-black,

mind-to-black...
mind-to-empty
- for a fair bit.

I saw you wander in -
though not the focus...

probably some catch-up

maybe some day- or almost - eve

-dreaming... 

I listened to the rain
- empty drumming
flowing
- in waves and waves
roiling, swirling
filling everything - except
me
...as I sat - listening
listening

- to the rain falling

...inside.

Chris

Author's Note

feel free

Reviews

I love this, this is so solide, and flowing the same time, as rain can on the windowpane.... wonderfully brought, with a keen ear ;)

[Kelly Scheppers]

I love the rain. Here in California it seldom pours...but on days when it does, I sit and write, usually about poems with rain in them! The mere mention of it in the context of a poem is such a comfort to me...

Thanks for the warmth, and the smile!

[Ed Hart]

this is beautiful and ethereal, Chris...a moving mind-set is shades of gray...quite the write

[?]

I certainly can relate so much to rain falling inside..very nice touch to an emotional piece..
Storms rolling in here tonight I think

[Shayla Sayer]

ooooo.... I loved the thought of the rain falling inside.... I'm going to have to read it again, but that struck out at me.

[Michael G.]

Very good... and very interesting as seems to be the norm.
Why do I get the feeling "Friday..." and the "storm" is only a reference?
Nature inside and out... perhaps the same?
Again, thanks for the privilege and making me think.

[J. J. Nightingale]

I paused, and read ..

Now I will read on .. ..

Jasmine .. :)

[Teri B]

Rain falling inside...sounds like how I feel, except mine is a hard rain. I like the way this begins outside the speaker and ends inside him.