storm
storm
Harsh bark of thunder
rolls over the house
then deluge, then hail
Our dog vibrating
by the side of the bed
a bright flash exposes
trees calligraphic
against night sky
Hail collects white cold
I sit on the floor
invite her back
to bed, but she’s
not having it
The storm moves off
as I coax, cajole
Finally she flops,
curls, moans
as its strength ebbs,
both of us lulled
by the steady fall of rain




Poor Jazz! Kudos on those eyes, Amrita. You certainly captured them - at a happier time😉