rain pelting down the backs
of trees and wind gushing through
the paths and streets
hay and dandelions
where they once would grow
would now spread out and follow the flow
a guilty cloud looms
it knows the havoc it will bring soon
squirrels and mockers nestled close
inside their treetop mobile homes
await the reach of the coming storm
then silence falls
and sweetness melts your senses
as air rattles the fences
a toad will croak and an ant will flinch
get back inside you crazy kids!
a mother yells from her porch
as their hands outstretch to the dripping sky
only childlike wonder appreciates the beauty
of a storm about to wash you away
