A summer storm is raging far
Beyond the distant hills
Lightning flashes,
Fleeting glows,
As thunder rolls and thrills
In growling waves.
The radio is buzzing out its
warning to the world
“Be careful, all who venture forth,
For Heaven’s wrath.”
The sidewalks turn to rivers,
And our valleys now are ponds,
My garden serves as bathing space for families of frogs.
They’re not afraid.
And now that Thunder prowls away,
And Lightning follows, in her wrath,
I creep outside, where gentle rain
Soothes aching trees and grass.
Placid raindrops making art
On my flooded lawn.