Before rain

Breno Machado photo

A hawk circles and swoops before a red sky,

It’s black feathers cutting quick, frantic circles;

It can sense the world’s baited breath –

It knows a thunderstorm’s coming,

Can hear the wind picking up

Even before we feel it.

The golden clouds are ripped to shreds,

The leaves turn a strange, bright green,

Trembling in anticipation

For the deafening cadence of falling rain.

~ Ilana Reimer


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