Sometimes storms are welcomed

The sky turns an angry red, then transforms into a dark orange within minutes. I look up half fearfully, but inside I am overjoyed. Thunder cracks like a whip, lightning scars the sky and all is lost as the wind picks up. Dust everywhere, leaves escape the trees to form spirals on the roads. It starts to drizzle. Torrents of rain crash down, heavy and everlasting until they touch the ground. People look up, their faces welcoming the rain with wide smiles. I hurry outside, and stand with my arms open to receive this blessing. In no time, I'm pouring wet, as is everyone around me. Thunder bangs again, lightning pierces the dark sky and we scatter, heading into our homes. Sheltered and protected, I peer out of the window, taking in the beauty of rain.

Enclosure destroys

Rough petals fell slowly,
Settling in the palm of her hand,
Like gentle snowflakes
But so colourful

Brown, red, green, yellow.
She closes her fingers,
A crunch is heard,
The veins have broken