Monsoon, by Catherine O’Sullivan

Chaos

The heavens open up and bring rain,

like a lover gone for too many seasons,

      struggling in the swirl of winds battling Titans.

Fury and dust, unimaginably, desperately charged.

Thunderheads thousands of stories tall

      boil and surge, scream and release the deluge

Until the nighttime stillness descends on the fields, joyously singing

      in the dark.