1.

the sky conjures
luminous catastrophe
never delivers

poinciana lit up
like a cabaret stage

the spitting rain comes and goes
doesn’t even bother the cat

raindrops waver in clouds
lips inches from first kiss

2.

The storm plays with us,
rain falling and falling back
into the safety of clouds.

Wind bats at windows
we forgot to close. Hung-up
washing tries to flee.

Lightning eyes glint
and narrow, and unhurried
thunder purrs after, grey clouds

all puffed up, just watching
with one eye half-open,
not stirring, not yet.