Listening to the Rain

The first of several abstractions of nature-I am working on a series which will appear in the Artbygordon blog

Today I'm enjoying a storm the way it should be, a heavy constant rain and the distant sound of thunder. At the beginning of the tornado season, every time the sky darkens we are threatened with gloom and doom.

Today was not one of those days.. The sky has been dark all day, the rain intermittent between a soaking drizzle to a intense down pour. I am enjoying the sound on the roof, watching the ripples on the concrete and the sound of thunder in the distance.

It's one of those introspective days, the days that you reassess and enjoy the silence and subdued light. There are no news casts warning about every twist and turn, desperate to convince us that at any moment we should seek cover.

This is the kind of storm I remember from New Jersey, a soaking rain, a cool breeze and a bit of darkness for a Sunday afternoon. Tomorrow it will be in the eighties and back to humid but for the moment I'm absolutely enjoying listening to the rain.

An Innocent Sky

An innocent sky

Stares with light blue eyes

Cold white clouds

Hung above our struggling forms

Beneath the glass of broken windows

Shattered roofs and dented cars

We stare at an innocent sky

As the fractured bits of water

Pass us by

A rainbow insists its nothing personal

And the colors form

In the edge of the streets

Beneath a toddlers shuffling feet

And the families

look up to a sky

Where insurance rises

And the open holes

Let the cold water in

Forgive us for our transgressions

The wrath of God hangs high upon us

But the sky insists it’s nothing personal

And the threat is already gone

Stare up to an angry sky in tantrum

The storm has passed us on