It’s a thunderstorm day
Waiting for the inevitable
The humid days, the building clouds
Skies as dark as caverns dim
A dead calm settles over the countryside.
Houses are shuttered, windows fastened shut, doors closed fast
Silence settles
Dead silence. So still, so calm, so humid.
It’s a pause in time, a deep breath-
And then the plunge
Raging winds and upturned tree leaves
Clouds bursting, showering the land below with sheets of rain
Thunder rumbles, lighting flashes, trees thrash to and fro.
The Tempest is upon us!
A violent, furious attack has been launched-
And then the tapering. Steady rain, now-distant thunder, infrequent flashes.
It is over. The tension is gone, the cool evening extends its greeting.
Wet grass and slick pavement are all that remain.
Life resumes
And the dance beings again.
The Heartlander's Journal 