Storm's Purpose

As the pouring rain falls, it cleanses green leaves It washes away dormant thoughts away that had returned The Hummingbirds don't mind the rain, feeding in its shower Tapping raindrops can be heard above on the metal roof It's like a song with instruments all joining together Then, the thunder claps like an audience listening The dry ground welcomes the drenching water The Gray sky doesn't seem too bad as refreshing air rushes in The pouring rain is needed, a blessing during a drought Storms have a purpose. Mother Nature has no doubt Heidi Sands 7/28/22