Summer storm

 

Blue sky clouds over

Purple shining clouds

Reflecting not the sun, but themselves.

Wind, gale-force

Ripping through the trees

Roaring like the ocean

Every leaf a note in a mighty orchestra-

A crescendo of nature’s fury.

Indigo sky boils and lightning flashes

Bright like a brand in the sky

Then a drum roll, a thunderous rumble

Of a god’s steed galloping to war.

And the rain-

Not tears, but bullets

Streaking from the sky

To land hard on the unresisting ground

To pound mercilessly on the leaves of the very trees

That sing their requiem.

Woe! To be a creature caught

Out in the storm, where no creature should be.

Oh! To be out in the storm,

To dance in the rain and rejoice!

To be laughing as the thunder flashes and the lightning roars-

Only the crazy and the wild

Dare to face the storm.

Such beauty! Such ferocity

Hardly ever seen in our ordered modern world.

Such excitement –

Feel your heart race and your mouth grin in a parody of a smile.

Hands pressed against glass,

Longing without reason to be

Out there, barefoot, dancing-

Laughing and dancing.

Oh the wonder of the summer storm!

The heat which builds, oppressive

The clouds that gather, threatening

And then the beautiful storm

Which breaks above and looses to the earth all it holds.

 

Then the days after-

When the thrill of the storm is but a memory,

And the sky is blue and cloudless, calm,

And all the heat and pressure is gone

Vanished with the storm

Leaving only the summer.