Nobody does it better
New Orleans does thunderstorms better than any other city in the world (maybe Southeast Asia has some good ones with those monsoons) but right now as it rains cats and dogs outside my window and lightning lights up the sky and thunder rocks our foundation, I think to myself – now that’s a rain storm. And I like it!
Fury Of Rainstorms
by Anne Sexton
The rain drums down like red ants,
each bouncing off my window.
The ants are in great pain
and they cry out as they hit
as if their little legs were only
stitched on and their heads pasted.
And oh they bring to mind the grave,
so humble, so willing to be beat upon
with its awful lettering and
the body lying underneath
without an umbrella.
Depression is boring, I think
and I would do better to make
some soup and light up the cave.