Summer Storms
Something about eastern thunderstorms
All that electric summer heavy heat
The sudden weight of the air when the birds grew quiet and still
The big black slobbering dogs came up onto the porches
While quietly gathering behind the homes and groves of trees
The dark purple grey frowning skies, then the distant
Rolling rumbling began warm winds whipped and wailed
The willows bowed and twisted in a frenzied dance
Little girls ran out to join, kicking off their flip flops
Wrapping themselves in the wind carried honeysuckle scents
The thunder growled in a deep throated chant
As bright white light slashed the skies
Then the thunder rumbled again and again
Little girls squealed in horror and delight
Ran for their porches as the rain came down
Beating the ground in heavy silver sheets
And the wind roared with the rain
The thunder rumbled and growled
As they washed the heaviness in the air away
All that electric heavy heat
Copyright © Linda Milgate | Year Posted 2010
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