Summer Storm

[Da_Yog]

Summer Storm

 

Wisps of puffy whiteness fly by

Chased by heavy grey masses form the sky

With sweet vigor do cleansing rains fall

Drenching the ground in a summer squall

In the distance thunder clamors and roars

Bellowing to the world what is in store

Lightning explodes and arcs to the ground

Making furious streaks without a sound

Energy dances, playing in the night air

A carnival of lights at a summer fair

 

It is at wondrous times like this

When nothing in the world seems amiss

That happiness can be easily found

under a porch, in a chair, on the ground.

Edited April 29, 2005 by Da_Yog

[Gryphon]

This brings back memories of when I used to sit on the front porch with a storm approaching (or already here) and watch for lightning... lovely.