Cloudburst

In the black dirt where the worms flirt Trees root in the dark earth Fruit falls like a dead limb Rain pours like a soft hymn Boys whine, girls glow Ice forms as the wind blows The corn tilts, the hills moan The sky hides as the rocks groan Reeds sway, dogs bay A hungry beast enchants its prey The fog blurs, the grass stirs And through the mist the moon returns And where a tired body bends To taste a running stream A flood of pounding hailstones rends What rain and wind sweep clean Written by © Raven Drake