A Whisper on the Wind

Summer Storms

Lightning arcs through grizzly anvil, summer sky, turning

Dark clouds light for moments on foreshortened horizons.

Distant thunder echoes, growling whispers on the wind.

Crepuscular rays pierce clouds in ferocious tantrum;

Tumultuous masses flash and grumble defiantly,

Louder as it nears with wind rushing, roaring anger.

Humidity spikes up just as temperature shifts.

Rain cascades to ground in large heavy droplets drumming,

Angled by wind into rivulets on windowpanes.

Time between flashes and booms becomes nonexistent.

House hums with vibrational timber of storm-gods' cry.

Branches, swaying leaves, are straining to remain attached,

Hurried dashes to cover by those caught unawares.

Swirling wind; body forming slicked garments; bare feet splash;

Arms outstretched; inhaling energy, recharging spirit.

Fervent pique, an intangible shift of atmosphere;

Wrath spent, though flails angered crescendo, diminishing.

Puddles still concentric interference bombardment.

Delinquent flashes, silent fury; brilliant sun floods;

Glinting plants, wet pavement drying for footprints to mark

In a playing moment, earmarked by telltale grumbles.

Summer storms roll over, over and over again.

Juxtaposition, to dislike clouds, grey, wet, brings mirth.

Warm heart, memories of bygone days, childhood wonder.

Preference sunshine, blue sky, vibrant blooming; forgotten,

Causality of colours, grey downpours, south, east winds

Bringing vital sustenance, breaking incessant heat.

Bright orb occluding cumulonimbus march in files,

Chasing sibling convection's, sparking their bravado.

Cacophonous lullaby, promises clear night skies.