A Storm In June
A crack of thunder splits a humid June sky,
shattering into millions of tiny droplets
to the the ground
a desperately needed respite from the early summers heat.
I belonged out here
I knew this as I observed the sugar maples dancing with a pre-storm breeze
as if the world were breathing a sigh
inviting me to stay.
A whisper so soft you could only sense it
The silvery undersides of their leaves
turning in the wind
The charge across your skin as distant lightning flashes then dies with
a rumble that shutters the atmosphere
The smell of fresh sprinkles sizzling on the black top
The sound of splashing boots in muddy puddles
The taste of raindrops on your lips
While others waited for sunny skies
It was these moments that were for me
When the trails were empty
And the cloud tops high
catching every puffy curve in creamy golden hews
Reminding me all the time
That I belonged out here
Copyright © Justin Clason | Year Posted 2017
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