Rainstorms

A poem about one of natures greatest gifts and most beautiful things, a rainstorm. Growing up in Georgia one experiences many and I am gald that I did.

Stillness settles in the forest

A flash of light dances in the sky overhead

Twisting, turning, leaping through the cloudy sky

Thunder booms and echoes

Calling for the first wave of water

 

Rain pours from the sky in sheets

Drop by drop the heavens are drained

Drenching all beneath

Causing growth and life

Fullifillment

 

Overhead the sound of water pounding the canopy

Protecting the ground below

Allowing only small warm drops

To penetrate its green portective shield

 

The water slowly tapers to a stop

Leaving a silence so complete

Screaming in its very unnatural tranquility

The thunder booms and echoes far away