For We Write Poems poetry prompt #195: Weather Report http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/
She could sense what was coming.
Silence and brooding like dark clouds
out on the horizon brewing, stewing
up a storm.
Told herself that sensible people
don’t sit around waiting for high
winds, thunder and lightning. They
seek shelter from pelting rain.
Leaving wasn’t easy and thoughts
of a future made her stomach queasy.
Some would say she was a quitter,
running away instead of staying.
Remembered brother-in-law, that night
she’d finally broken down and spoken.
How he’d said that an occasional ‘slap’ might
be price paid for beautiful home and children.
Didn’t seem to know the rule about acceleration.
How soft breezes could become a howling tornado,
accompanied by torrential downpour, rendering
havoc on all those tender unprotected spaces.
Elizabeth Crawford 1/9/14
Notes: Yes, this is biographical and not what I intended to write about this morning. Memory has a way of slipping in and tripping ones pen toward unexpected paths. The image is a digital painting I started of a rainbow, but a friend turned it into something else.