earlier, then, now

By Annette Marie Hyder

earlier

clouds thick with blueberry shadows
curled around ribbons of cream

then

the rain repetitively rattled the window
like someone with OCD

now

petals layer the walkway
a special event red carpet — for nobody but the wind

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Clubbing clouds and dancing shadows


Photo Credit: Jasmine Rain Hyder

Rain Rave
By Annette Marie Hyder

Bead curtains (strung raindrops)
looking like Christmas lights in their blurry-hurry
hang against my windows, turn and sway with the wind
letting me peek over the looming shoulder
of the storm
(the storm is a bouncer just looking for trouble).

It’s a dark club outside tonight
with techno rhythm rain
and glow stick patterns
made by car taillights.
‘Tornado’ stands at the club entrance —
he’ll stamp your hand
and keep it
as he thunder-mumbles that the drinks
are on the house.

The street’s a dance floor.
I stand back, press my fingertips
against the window glass
touching mini tocsins that pulse
each beat of rain sounding alarums
through the night.
I leave the dancing to the swinging traffic lights
and other weed-whipped things that shake in unison
while the show-off shadows dance alone.