The Cooling Cloudburst

As lightning brights the meadow And thunder dulls the air; I feel it still, A stormy chill, An aura everywhere. I wander o'er the pathway And paddle through the rain; My bootheels squash The squelchy wash Along the puddled lane. My face refreshed with teardrops The clouds have wept from high; They gently wet My eyes, and yet, They barely seem to cry. I dance on midst the moisture The hail sends down to earth; I sense the beat Beneath my feet And sing for all I'm worth. But then the fulgid sunlight Warms the land once more; I'm home to you As I step through A rainbow's archwayed door.