I am excited to present to you a poem written by a kindred spirit.
by Jessica Smith
I sit up straight
As the first few drops of rain
Dabble the window pane.
Driven to the nearest window, I watch with delight
As the raindrops chase each other down the glass
And the concrete streets darken.
As the rate of downfall increases, so does my joy.
So I settle down with a blanket and tea
And listen to the glory of the storm.
The lightening snaps; the thunder bellows.
The clouds burst forth the rain.
I sit in awe of nature.
*Noctua Poetica (Trinity Classical School, 2017). Published with author's permission.