RAIN AFTER DUSK

Lightening steals across the sky
as if through some crack in heaven's dome.
Beams seep in and momentarily
transform the skies.
Occasionally distance thunder can be heard;
like the soft beat of a drum.
The glass cold against my nose,
the pane smudged.
My eyes search the dark shadows.
It has started to rain again;
thunder rumbles in a boisterous voice
and falls silent.
At last the long awaited drink
to quench the parched earth.
I sit in silence, watching
as water cascades
over the footbridge.
Muddy rivulets
wash down the hillside.
The storm subdues.
Lamplight streaks across the road
dancing in the puddles.
The last raindrops
cling to the eves.