Thunderstorm

The sky rumbles and grumbles, As cold wind moves swiftly , Lightning flashes illuminate the dark clouds , Dirt and dusts dance to this rhythm, As zinc roofing sheets drum along ; Branches of trees add vibes to this music, The sky grumbles explosively again, Legs running to hide and heads hiding for cover; Tasty soil rejoices for aqua is about to come; Praying mantis, duck and farmers prayers are about to be answered, ‘Pratatata….boom! ‘the sky speaks again, As sprays of water fall on the land. DATE:8-12-2016 CONTEST:Wordscapes by John Hamilton