Saturday, July 19, 2014

Poem: Summer Storm

Thunder through the early hours;
an artillery alarm clock.
The sky releasing tension after a searing summer's day.

Rain battering buildings,
washing the Black Country clean.
Soaking our sunburnt soils,
and feeding plants and streams.

I really love the rain. 
Lightning storms bring a smile to my face
and a twinkle to my eye.

They quieten down the world outside
but stir me up inside. 

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