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I heard the patter of raindrops
falling on dry asphalt.
I get up, open the shades,
and sit.

I watch the spots
conquer the blacktop,
and a lone biker
heading for home.
Then the lightning strikes.
Dull light,
far away.

I sit for a while longer, the winds strengthen.
The trees below
bend at Nature’s will,
leaves shaking.

A bright, prominent shard of lightning
drips down from the sky,
as if in slow-motion.
The rain grows heavier,
no longer a small drip.

The fire-hose
sprays my window,
blotting my view
of the outside.

What happens next,
I wouldn’t have known.

For the rain
has blotted out
my window,
my sight to the world.