Summer Storms

Something about eastern thunderstorms All that electric summer heavy heat The sudden weight of the air when the birds grew quiet and still The big black slobbering dogs came up onto the porches While quietly gathering behind the homes and groves of trees The dark purple grey frowning skies, then the distant Rolling rumbling began warm winds whipped and wailed The willows bowed and twisted in a frenzied dance Little girls ran out to join, kicking off their flip flops Wrapping themselves in the wind carried honeysuckle scents The thunder growled in a deep throated chant As bright white light slashed the skies Then the thunder rumbled again and again Little girls squealed in horror and delight Ran for their porches as the rain came down Beating the ground in heavy silver sheets And the wind roared with the rain The thunder rumbled and growled As they washed the heaviness in the air away All that electric heavy heat