Rain fell on
my window tonight
And I gazed
up into the sky and saw a face
The face of
God, reflected in the grimy window
I saw him
smile and I saw the rain turn to storm
Hammering on
my roof and walls
Like a
tempest from Oz
I saw it as
it diluted the world
Into blurry,
soaking shapes
I could not
tell a tree from a car
As I danced
in gay abandon amid the lightning
And when it
all was over
I smelled
petrichor on my bare feet
I smelled it
rising and saw the wind blowing it away
The calm
after the storm had come
The Bilge Master
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