On A Day

with the 
thunk 
thunk 
thunk 
of raindrops 
hitting a 
glass 
windowpane on 
a day 
full of 
silver lightning 
and drops 
of glass 
and the constant  
thrum of 
thunder, 
on a 
day full 
of dark 
and light 
mixed in 
just the right 
way,  
on a 
day full 
of 
stories 
and 
poems and 
art, 
on a day 
full 
of silence and sound 
blending, 
on a day full 
of wind whipping
the treads 
of rain
against
the glass
windowpanes
with a
plop
plop
plop.