Storm Chuckles Thunder

The word skyscraper is
some historian's pale attempt

at comparing a man-made structure
of steel and concrete

to thunderheads
like this one.

Strolling across the city skyline `
on electric legs, the storm chuckles thunder

at the sun, who is still
wearing the west hills like a blanket

over his tired head,
sleeping--or hiding--I'm not sure.

Storm on this sunday morning, I am listening:
muttering raindrops on tile rooftops

race eachother down windowpanes,
telling stories of puddles, rivers, oceans,

and the clouds now--the sky-
scrapers--are off in the distance,

electric legs skipping
over trees that rise to meet them.