Summer Storm
by Maureen Staley Cary
When I hear that faint rumble, deep in the clouds,
The summer sky will darken, lead-gray
The rain will come in slanting sheets,
Forming mist as it hits hot, hard earth
The birds will retreat, like the ants,
But the earthworms will emerge from the softened soil,
Content in the break from August heat.
Copyright © Maureen Staley Cary | Year Posted 2022
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