Summer Thunder Storm

The sky is rumbling;

The gods must be grumbling about their lot.

The air is hot,

The wind anxious,

Animals now are scared, but cautious.

The sky is rumbling

As the rain comes tumbling down.

It makes a melancholy sound.

I hear the constant rhythm splatter

I'm trapped here, but it doesn't matter

I'm content to be massaged

By nature's liquid sound collage

Awakening all my senses.

I feel the cool rise up, as nature rinses

All her goods, and her meek children

Seek shelter in trees and earthen dens.

Flash!!

The sky is broken.

Briefly I glimpse the golden curtain,

Then rushing air's loud crash is spoken,

Sound on sound, now for certain

The sky is rumbling.

The dark cosmic grey is crumbling apart.

Chaos reigns the dark on high,

Swift swirling eddies criss-cross the sky

In a madman's display of art.

Water bullets blitz the trees,

An avalanche pounds the ground,

I know this torrent will never cease

When suddenly there's a let up in sound.

The hard steady splatter has lost its insistence,

While off in the distance

The sky is rumbling.

The storm is stumbling away.

Life comes out to wash and play,

The sun breaks through,

Water brings life to life anew.

Raindrops sprinkle down off the leaves,

Everything alive receives

The cleansing rain of humbling power

From a summer thunder shower.