Hot July afternoon
Gathering clouds
gradually darken
the sky to black
Wind
starts gusting
Rain
begins to fall
Rumbling thunder
tumbles overhead
Sheets of rain blur
shaking trees
Pavement alive with
splattering drops
scattering endlessly
into each other
Slowly
like ebbing anger
the wind
starts to fade
The rain slows
from downpour
to just
a sputter
The thunder
rolls off
mopingly
into the distance
Occasional bellows
mumbling back
Dying echoes of the
fury that passed
ahh...summer rain can be so refreshing...and sometimes letting the storm blow through makes all the difference int he world...
ReplyDeleteand so it pours and leaves us refreashed and ready to start again.
ReplyDeletehappy tuesday~
Gorgeous! And I'm envious. This afternoon I'm putting up film of the latest haboob. My summer weather would go like this.
ReplyDeleteBlasted dust
blasting gritty sand
my nostrils sting
my skin is raw
it's raining dust
again.
Add a huge wall of dust to that and you have my yesterday.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery. The progression expertly told. Reminds me of the great Northwest where I live. I enjoyed this read.
ReplyDeleteSo nice Eric! Well done. I love a good storm. Been too long from the elements, and too often in my heart.
ReplyDeleteWhat fantastic imagery!
ReplyDeleteWish that storm would come my way to cool down this stifling heat and humidity.
Nicely done, Eric!
Love the cleansing/refreshing feel to this piece, especially these lines...
ReplyDeleteOccasional bellows
mumbling back
Dying echoes of the
fury that passed.
Had to smile after that ending.
Love the imagery and great economy of language in this poem.
ReplyDelete