Thunder Rolls

Softly the gentle summer winds blow across the wheat fields golden hues, the tassels swaying rhythmically as if dancing to an olden tune the azure sky is beginning to fill with marshmallow clouds puffy and white, until the azure is no more the gentle breeze, stronger now those golden tassels are bending east held in place as if motionless as azure turned to white white now gives way to gray I can hear howling now in the distance as if the mighty wolf is calling to mate chilling is the sound that my ears behold for now I know the wheat fields fate as azure gave way to white and white has given way to gray gray now gives up her hold to black then it comes the lightening bolt..crack now fervent is the electricity in the air as my hair stands on end, I find I am standing wide open as I hear the Thunder Roll