The barometer is dropping, skies are filled with scudding clouds
Which gather into towers, bottoms dark as funeral shrouds
Winds, that once were calm, now cause the flags to stand out straight
And whip the water into waves with faces dark as slate.
The smell of dampened pavement, on the breeze, precedes the rain
Then one by one cloud’s droplets fall on dry earth as a stain.
Sheets of water follow, sharp lines are less defined
Gutters overflowing, their grates with twigs entwined.
Playing, splashing children, soaked to skin, they are not shy
Their parents with umbrellas, shoulders hunched, to keep them dry.
Uneven thunder rumbles, distant lightning stabs the ground,
As static lifts the hairs on neck and sets the heart to pound.
How wonderful the manner in which Nature shows her power
A jewel in Mother Earth’s great crown, a simple thundershower.
By James Geehring
From: United States
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