Arrival

Clouds hover around the slate colored mountain Like puffs of smoke lurking in the gray sky But there’s not a fire, it is a rainy day With the sun only spitting rays to break through The dark looming clouds and damp air all around The grass is wet and the trees are standing still Strong storms are forecast to be on the way Everything seems motionless, waiting for arrival Maybe nature’s loud voice will break this silence With new sounds to hear and more light to see Heidi Sands 7/23/20