Symphony Of A Squall

a cool breeze sets the tone
leaves twist and turn
rustling like cabassas
in a restless rhumba band

the pace quickens

a whistling glissando
rises higher and higher
then, in unison
leaves roll over
backsides to the moon

somber harmonics emerge
a mad tympanist
antagonizes the sky
into self-announcing
drum rolls of rain

this movement ends abruptly

leaves return to the opening theme

a graceful shimmy
flicking pizzacato raindrops
back to the sky