The Thunder
The wildflowers begin to bend
Amid the fields' western end,
And in the distance, drumming
Telling you that I was coming
Darker and darker drew the sky
The thirsty earth, no longer dry,
A blinding flash, a warning of
A lightning bolt from clouds above
I rumble down with all my might
A thunderstorm now at it's height,
Moving east with such persistence
Drumming now heard at a distance.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2024
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