storm

The drumming hum
of ceaseless rain
that thrums against
my windowpane.

Fingers there
enticing me
to sit and watch
the tossing sea.

From warm indoors
I watch the sky.
Its cold eyes too
are watching mine.

The chilling season
here abounds
in never-ending
rainy rounds.

A former glory
of the sun
has disappeared,
its day is done.

Once happy waves
now angry turn
in rolling thrusts
of frothy churn.

-CGH