a sudden summer storm

the hard bacchanal of the rain and hail
enough to drive you wailing to your sleep
you don't resent the urge to go more deep

somewhere you think a siren starts to wail
as clouds across the sky still have to creep
the hard bacchanal of the rain and hail

we can't hold all the thunder in a pail
but must allow the earth its time to steep
in order now our sense of light to keep
the hard bacchanal of the rain and hail