Thunderstorm
Treacherous drops, millions all at one time,
High and low, ferociously banging on tin rooftops
Unifying into ponds in deep crevices of grime,
Never ceasing to flood the farmers field of crops
Drenching everything in sight from daytime to nighttime
Eventually culminating with ferocious roars over mountaintops,
Raging across the sky while the flashing of electric light never stops.
Suddenly, as though by some invisible curtain,
The intoxicating, earthly aroma of rainfall gone,
Over downy clouds, blue skies decide to peek through for certain,
‘Round the treetops, chirping and singing carries on
Meanwhile the sun resumes its duty to shed its glow at dawn.
Copyright © Alexander Ray | Year Posted 2022
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