Tag Archives: Thunderstorm

SUMMER RAIN

Summer comes roaring.
The clouds swell,
pregnant with moisture.
White streaks lick at the ground.
A warning.

Trees have blossomed
spreading their green hands high.
They wait,
as the sun takes cover
and thunder continues to rumble.

Sweeping through the limbs,
the wind begins to whistle.
There is static in the air.
A creeping tension.

First just a patter,
so gentle and light.
Then the sky releases
a powerful fury.
And the ground absorbs
every
merciful
drop.

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OUTBURST

The patter of rain

bleeds into my ears.

The strange buried smell

that Earth unleashes,

is heavy in the air.

Lightning scratches the sky,

jagged and blinding

against an ominous black.

It shocks the ether

with deep rumbles and slaps.

Screaming at the surface,

it strikes the Earth’s flesh.