“Storm,” New Era, August 2009, 49
Storm
The pitter-patter of rain
Falling to the ground
Wetting my hair
Bringing joy to my soul
Cleansing the earth.
Lightning flashes
Thunder booms
Bringing fear to some
Exhilaration to others
Music to my ears.
The storm slows
Then fades away
A fresh smell
Fills the land
A stripe of colors
Lights the sky.
The colors will fade
The smell covered
Till the rain comes again
To make the earth
Clean again.
Photo by LaRene Gaunt; do not copy