Storms To Pass/Two Minutes
•Written on April 26th, 2025.•
First storm in weeks, thick and warm
Sit on the doorstep, lean on the stucco
It’s been dull all morning
Now, finally, it rains
You bring the little radio from the kitchen
Earl Grey, steaming, foggy with milk
Tune out the static, sing songs we know
Howl to the flooding streets
We are waiting, as always
For puddles to form
For tea to steep (two minutes left now)
For sleep to come
For storms to pass
