The Weather Outside • Katie Lewington

Legs on the chair, crossed
Sitting with my paper trail
And watching as the sky darkens
Like a slapped red cheek
The sun had burst and the clouds had been white
Passing me by like the legs of a can can dancer

Now as the light dims
I glance up
And crack!
The whip of thunder
Flash of light like a camera bulb
The rain hits up against my window
Like a skater boarding the dip of the ramp
And drips

Drops fall through my open window
Like a falling star
Attaching to my paper
Blurring the ink

A fly flutters by.