Quiet Day

It is a quiet day,
Out here on the glass.
The smooth edged breath of god
Billows through,
Brushes dreams from my fingers.
It will not stay quiet
For long.
The calm will evaporate,
Shadows will race across the water
With heart pounding haste,
And the sky turn dark.
My skin tingles with anticipation
Of the angry rain
Ripping at my flesh.
It's a quiet day,
For the moment.