Storm

Raindrops slide down
the white gutter
attached to the blue house

The metal is cold
surviving yet another
Winter’s gusty bite

Drip drip drip
water droplets
cascade to the ground

A clap of thunder mars
the quiet solitude of the night
vibrating sleeping puddles awake

Little artificial ponds overflow
sending tiny waterfalls
to bombard rock and dirt boulders

Ants block entrances
into their hill homes
with saliva packed sand

Beetles hide beneath
bright green leaves
sagging beneath the rains weight

Insects scurry up
and out of harms way
avoiding being maimed or drowned

Only man foregoes
the warnings of nature
ignoring the oncoming flood