~ Changing Weather ~

The air was like cut crystal

the dawn sky so pale

it looked white

Drifting clouds boiled up

into dark thunderheads

a cold breeze moved

across the land

shaking the laurel overhead

with a rattling like dry bones

The rain began to fall

huge drops splattered

limbs overhead

as the firs and pines

let go their long-held breath

in a fragrant sigh

The patter of drops

was punctuated

by the muffled thud

of heaver drops striking

deep into the packed pine needles

Hail was coming with the rain

suddenly there were

tiny white particles of ice

bouncing crazily

on the packed ground

with stinging cold

The hail pocked the water

making it dance

melting on impact

disappearing

into and becoming

one

© 2006

Carole Mathys