Thunderstorm

Dark clouds creeping slowly placing gnarled hands around the throat of an innocent summer day squeezing and holding tight until the life of blue and gold lies ...silently in a heap of a July afternoon silence the birds and cover up the shades of blue spread the clock of blackness and take hostage the lovely lady who stoles across the landscape throw down her roses and her breezes strike her with the lightening and the thunder as in the setting sun she weeps...