The sun splits through the black
of a passing storm.
The trees pour down on us
while we walk,
even though the rain
has all but stopped.
The river runs high.
We stroll along beside its hyper current, her and I.
She buries her nose in the wet grass
while I study an uncertain sky,
still ominous to the west,
grumbling thunderous threats,
yet all is calm here on the ground,
washed clean of everything
but dog and man.
Haunted Avenues 