Trip and Fall

Headlong dash into the wind,
Hair blowing back,
Eyes half closed to see,
Dash down the hill,
Flop breathless at the bottom.
On my back,
I can see the clouds
Rushing to the horizon,
In long streamers.
Sudden stillness speaks
Of larger things to come,
The dark cloud intruding above,
Slash of lightning,
Deciding as the fat drops hit me,
To move toward the house.