Band of Rain, Marching

by

KC Bailey

Thunder drum beats
on the ocean
a bombardment of droplets
thrash the surface

thousands of water crowns sent skyward
pitter-patter circles percuss
radiate and clash
in storm-grey tantrums

October skies frown
the sea shudders
swells rise and crash
as waves breathe in and out

wind-scuffed clouds break
sunlight leaks through
indigo hues turn forget-me-not blue
calm restored, water settles

though the tide never sleeps

KC Bailey’s publication credits include Black Bough Poetry, Monkey Kettle & The Ekphrastic Review. She practices Tai Chi and drinks Earl Grey tea, though hasn’t yet mastered the art of doing both simultaneously (@KCBailey_Writer).