Monday, April 7, 2014

Storms and Laughter

Storms and Laughter
by Janin Wise

The Devil's beating his wife,
But I'd swear the caterwallin'
and cacophony
is her getting licks in as well.

The FLASH!
of the lightning
so close it was practically
beside me.

The CRASH!
of the thunder
so boomin' I flinched
and screamed aloud.

And then the air was
filled with laughter.

The sky turned black
with dire intent,
and heaven fell out the bottom
in driving sheets.

A long loud tone
pierced the silence
of the office
and we thought it was the siren.

But it turned out
the phone was up too loud
and the dial tone was blasting
the first note of the air raid siren.

And then the air was
filled with laughter.

Four women in a space
not much bigger than an
old southern rambler,
one wall entirely glass.

And we faced that darkness
and we faced that lightning
and we heard the warnings
for dire rain and distant tornadoes.

And we filled that air with laughter,
our shield against our fears and nature's weather.
And we filled that air with laughter,
our voices rising in joyous harmony.

For a day filled with laughter
is never wasted.

Even a day filled with storms.

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