CHARGE

Drops creep boldly through the open window,
prance on my forehead, whispering, "Wake up."
I close the window,
fall into slumber once more.
Light flashes white against my lids.
A deep growl roars in the distance.
Wetness pounds again and again,
splashing on the earth.
I awake as the growling and glaring grow nearer together
like two trains on the same track,
pounding fresh rain. Closer and closer.
The bright white flash cracks the
earth in two with a jagged-edged machete.
The sky roars its resounding boom,
shaking the calm drops to the ground, so
all that is left is the sharp, cold wind
and the hollow ringing in my ears.

Sarah Lambert, 8th Grade
Standley Middle School
Golden Triangle, California