The rain raged all night
bundled in wild waves,
bringing ash white streaks,
bolts and bangs
that struck and shook;
leaving
smoldering tree husks,
and trapped mice huddled
in the damp corners
of downed debris.
Afterwards
we climbed the canyon trail
into dappled mist kissed
morning.
Prompt: Sunday Wordle
Hoofprints In My Garden 
Annette, this is gorgeous. You are creating an intense desire in me to be out in the world. It would do me good. Beautiful write.
Thanks Brenda. Maybe you could throw your teenager’s cellphone into the canyon… 😀
LoL Thanks for that one!
What a storm! And what calm after it subsides. Lovely. Thank you.
A Little Whirl
Superb imagery! You made the storm very alive, and I love the ending… how quickly sweetness follows.
As long as those little mice stay within the debris of the forest and not enter my home. I used to like nature much more before assorted plants and insects decided my changing chemistry made a good place for them to roost and nestle their poisons – looking forward to the first frost.
I do love a good storm and the light show it brings. Thanks for your visit. Glad you are enjoying the weekly verses.
I just read yours, juxtaposed with Irene, and now I can see the Wordle words more clearly: but what always astonishes me about things like this is that although some elements end up being the same (water motifs), each poet finds a uniquely beautiful take on the subject. This one being no exception. 🙂
I could almost hear that storm as I read your piece. Nice work. 🙂
I like storms so am partial to your piece. The calm afterward is beautiful and filled with promise, even for the wee mice,
Elizabeth
Annette, I echo the others the imagery here is spectacular. We all have such different ways of saying the same thing. Nicely done.
Pamela
You bring such delight to a storm here … I too love them and this one rings with joy. Plus, your tip to brenda about her teen’s cell-phone was priceless!
felt like a message of hope….very lovely words….
Love dabbled mist kissed morning. Even SAYING those words felt good!
(‘dappled’ I meant! sigh.)
but dabbled would be interesting too…
How beautiful~ I love your ending!
What a lovely note to end on 😀
Loved the “dappled mist-kissed morning” after the storm.
“Afterwards
we climbed the canyon trail
into dappled mist kissed
morning.”
Love the calm (after the storm).
Anna :o]
I like the lines:
smoldering tree husks
and trapped mice huddled
in the damp corners
of downed debris
The word image gives me the visuals but also the contrasts of smoking timber, furred mice, wet and shivering, the destruction of the fire and the smell of smoke, the timid weak squeaks of frightened creatures. Wonderful word weaving.
The rewards come after some trying times. Worth the difficulties to enjoy happiness thereafter! Nicely Annette
Hank