Quietly I waited
amidst the leaves
Did you hear the storm last night?
they fell because of it
The day before a storm
is always the most beautiful
You promised you’d changed
but I’m still waiting here for you
Sirens are sounding from accidents
The storm knocked out streetlights
Proceeding with caution is always ignored
You seem to be special
I stand staring, as I wait, into the dark
The storm put out the power
it will be days till it’s repaired
But somehow it always comes back on
I step into a puddle, pacing, waiting
rain and wind flood down our streets
A trickle-down effect, always
sends water flooding days after
Back into my house I walk
My home was not damaged
just needs a clean up
and a few days
Takes, more than a storm
to bring it down
I can’t wait any longer
I have to clean my house