Feel The Clouds Sing

The late summer thunderstorms of my youth were something to behold. I so often dream of them, missing the simple stunning beauty of the gathering storm. And for Emma, whose art and wisdom and words inspired me.

 

Oh, for the days long gone away.

High on the hills, swaying with cedar.

Thick is the scent in the air, birch, fir and glorious pine.

Long have come the days of summer.

Filled the air with late August heat.

Watch the billowing rise.

Great white mountains of mist gather.

Crowning the Cascades, wanting to fall.

I smell the drying grass, hearing the rustling wind.

Off, o so far off, the thunderheads roll.

A basso rumble across the valley.

Rain does come.

 

Oh, for the days long gone away.

These monuments of weather climb higher.

They grow and change constantly.

Listen to them.

High towers of coming relief for the dry fields.

The deer, squirrel and circling hawk wait for it.

The drying streams cry out, trapped fingerlings hope against hope.

Comes the tympanic roar.

The rain does come.

 

Oh, for the days of my youth long gone away.

Seeing the thunderheads build.

Crowing the Cascades of my long lost home.

The basso rumble across the corridors of my soul.

A single tear falls.

And the rains come.

 

 

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

This is absolutely beautiful, both in content and the way you've written and written.. oh, it just flows and creates the most wonderful pictures in my mind..

'Great white mountains of mist gather. / Crowning the Cascades, wanting to fall. / I smell the drying grass, hearing the rustling wind. / Off, o so far off, the thunderheads roll / .A basso rumble across the valley /.Rain does come.'

I was going to select a couple of others sections as well but then I realised i just love it all! A wonderful post, truly wonderful.

[Ice Queen of the Vampir..]

The imagery in this piece is simply wonderful and very nicely written. You did a marvelous job on this, great write!!!

Heather

[Darcy]

you describe the scene so well! i still love to watch the clouds build up in the west