The Storms of Africa

Cumulus Nimbus To build upon the plains On sun ripened grass Golden yellow The blinding white Glorious hammerheads Towered to the sky The coming rains Colours ,can change too In the heat of afternoons The billowing white Became blue Darkened skies Upon the plains The first thunders The coming rains The flickering , of light Upon the plains Golden yellow In sun ripened winter In the growing purple From the blue From the white In the cumulus In cloud dark The thunder has begun I could see the rain, in silver streams, the hidden sun The light, flickered Scattering the light shards, upon me In the storms of Africa The lightning arced, across so many skies In the wanderings Upon the plains In sun ripened winter grass Golden yellow The birds, startled cries In the falling, of sweet rains The glorious spires to the sky Of storms over Africa In the scatterings of light Colours ,can change too, as did I In the washed tones of purple and blue