Storm Coming

Red sky streams through the clouds Rain lingers on new leaves Clinging until its weight drops Smashes into the hard ground . Water runs along the tiny trails in the mud Worms stir to the lap of the tide Birds sit expectantly awaiting the feast. The sweet smell of the meadow wafts on the breeze All charged with the storm that approaches The corn rustles as the wind caresses its limbs The field mice snuggle together, warm and soft The sky darkens the clouds roll in thick and black Thunder rumbles through them shouting its arrival Quite now…. waiting for the flashing forks Blinding light .. A spark. The fire turns the sky red.