Rain is falling

at such a pace

thirty three feet per second

I read,

hope it dont hit my head.

The fields look sad

they are water logged

a man in a tractor

navigates a bog.

Lightening flashes

across the sky.

Everyone smile

Gods taken your picture today.

The farm sheds rattle

as the timbers creak

and thunder rumbles

across this place so bleak.

A dog barks

in angry abandon

as the roll of thunder

is making such a din

yet like a coward

into the shed he runs in.

Soon it passes

as sunlight dances

through a train window

its a changing view,

clouds unfold and roll apart

as the fields start smiling

and the Crows call out.

A moment in time

captured by God

the flash of his camera

travelled across the land,

and now through frame

of a train window

you sit and you watch

the changing view.