clamor

twenty-four-hour news
social media rants
raucous human noise

instead
thunderheads
in rising wind

first the plunk
of single drops
then the downpour
a steady thrum
on the roof
the silence inside

softens my body
mind emptied
I choose
the clamor of rain

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.