The Thunderstorm
The lightning zig- zagged across the wheat belt
A storm was beginning to brew
Thunder rolled in the distance
Like the beating roll of a drum
The clouds became an ever deepening gray
Once light and fluffy, now have turned dark
Dark as the lumps of coal
Clouds now heavily laden with moisture
The rain begins to calmly fall to earth
Suddenly a boom and the heaven's break loose
The rain pelts, the wind pushes and bends
Soaking all within it's path
It's awesome power uncontrolled
The landscape is soaked in minutes
Pools of water become instant lakes
The air becomes cool and fresh
The moisture feeds the prairie land
As the thunder ceases and flashes disappear
The storm quickly moves on.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2010
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