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😉
Thanks. I was pretty happy with them, as a flat beginner.