thunderstorm for nikki, who said she misses my writing... THUNDERSTORM I sit on the dock
watching the loons skim across
the cool blue water
their black and white bodies
diving down for minutes at a time.
Looking down the lake
past the islands
and atop the mountains
I see the storms
glide over the peaks
and settle gracefilly over the water
as i look up
and let the rain bathe my face
and cloud my eyes
i hear the campers' shrieks
as they fins shelter.
so what? i think
its just water
so what?