Grace

Grace

A distant rumble
rolling northward through the city,
and the morning skies darkening.
Thunder crashing nearer,
and wind whipping slender maple branches.
Then rain, rushing in torrents
against the windows,
filling gutters and flooding down
the edges of the driveway.
Suddenly, silence save for
a soft dripping from the eaves.
Sunlight appears, outlining wet leaves
in golden flame, shining across
pooled water like the kiss of God.

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