Sunday, May 28, 2006

Stormy Weather

Time to slip away, I thought, as I grabbed my keys
And made for the door, quietly, stealthily.
Just a quick errand to seize the missing piece
For the puzzle I spent the better part of the day on.

In the garage on the top step I turned
And pressed the button to clear the last obstacle
Between me and the Jeep
And began to walk towards the world.

I froze in my forward paces,
Gobsmacked by the drama happening
As the curtain made of aluminum and steel
Rose to reveal nature's passion and rage.

Rain pounded the ground
As only a May thunderstorm
In my hometown can,
Furious, unyeilding, relentless

Raindrops flew from the hood of the Jeep
Like sweat from a boxer's brow
As he takes an uppercut from the Champ
And begins to stagger.

All thoughts of flight flew from my mind
As I stood, amazed, humbled, and wary,
I marveled at the glimpse of Nature's power
So rarely seen in this temperate territory.

A knock at the door interrupted my reverie
And I turned to see another storm brewing
In my daughters face as she realized
I was going to the store without her.

Chagrined, I explained I would be back soon
I gave her a hug as my love put an arm around her
And led her away to other distractions
I braced myself for the soaking and departed.

7 comments:

Big Orange said...

y'all wanna see RAIN, c'mon down here during hurry-cane season! Though it sounds like what you saw was rath-ah similar to what we get rath-ah frequently down here.

Like the images: the door, the sudden stop, the torrents of rain (which I DEEPLY understand now, having lived in the sub-tropics for nearly 2 years) and THAT LOOK on lil' miss thangs face when she realized you were going sans her...

mmmmmmm!!

Redneck Nerdboy! said...

Ah, Northern Ohio weather maps can be a bit like a color-by-number sheet!

Sorry about that. If it makes you feel better, it's sunny and pleasant here in Northern California!

:D

Flannery Alden said...

Well, fellahs, I'm not simply writing about rain, here. There are metaphors! And similies! This stewed in my brain for at least three days before I could put it down on paper. Whatcha think about the poem?

By the way, I happen to love the weather here in my hometown. Everyplace else has felt very strange to me. It snowed too much or not enough; ditto the rain. But coming back has shown me that the weather patterns here are in my blood.

Just seeing that brief downpour made me feel lucky not to live within arms reach of hurricane territory, let me tell you.

Anyway. I thought this was a pretty good poem and am very pleased with it.

JJ said...

Well, I think it is a wonderful poem. I loved it. It definitely captures the essence of your hometown and of a child not wanting to be left behind. I commend your bravery for still venturing forth into the world despite the torrential downpour.

Bravo!

Flannery Alden said...

Thanks, JJ. Bravery nothing. The storm I was facing was not as torrential as facing the tears of my daughter. As I backed out of the driveway, I noticed her watching me from the window. She was wiping tears from her eyes and it broke my heart. But, I was back in twenty minutes and all was well.

Big Orange said...

I DID catch that connection between the rain outside the garage and the rain down your wee one's face, I guess I was too focused on trying to 1-up y'all on monsoons. OH, hurry-canes ain't a biggie after you live through 4 of them in rapid succession like we did when we first got here.

Thats the thing about kids: they do and feel EVERYTHING eversomuchmoreso: the whole word is fascinating to them, from blades of grass to summer rainstorms, and your absence of only 20 minutes might as well be abandonment forever.

I can tell y'all worked on this poem for awhile. I'm finding myself reverting to my old college mode of get idea, crank it out, slap it up, sit back an' wait for next idea. To that end, your poetry is better than mine

Flannery Alden said...

I appreciate the compliment. But I don't think mine is better than yours. I was just hoping for some appreciation for my work. ::sniffle::.