Summer Storm

Rich, blue skies greet the rising, summer sun.

Clouds soon begin to puff higher and higher,

As the heat reflects skyward.

Black, they become,

When the sun is shut out.

Lightning suddenly dances to the ground,

And thunder returns to the clouds.

Rain slowly drips in patterns

Like a sprinkler on a hose.

Expectation is a hush all around.

Drops fall faster and faster.

The air is sliced with their decent.

Thirsty ground drinks gulps

Of cold, sacred water.

Thunder chants an ancient song.

The rain lessens with time.

What remains of the clouds move on.

The ground sighs with happiness.

Trees soak their dusty roots.

Balance is restored.  The sun returns.

2008 © Flights of Fancy – Volume 1

by Dawn  Huffaker