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.