Wednesday, July 09, 2014


The warring clouds gather thickly overhead
Summer sunlight fades under a grey watershed
No creature may stir; in torrents naught can fly
There is nothing so elemental as a storm in July
The lightning bolts and mighty thunder cracks
Bounce from distant hills; let the sound roll back
Fierce they fight till there are only fading rumbles
Then all again is peace and out the sun tumbles