Spring Thunderstorm

Spring Thunderstorm

A wayward sigh escapes you

And truly blends with ease

Among the sights and

sounds around you,

greying skies and rustling leaves


as your body starts to shiver

you can feel it’s looming near

the calm before the storm has come,

it happens every year


there is an ever-present beauty

in the calm before the storm

anticipation, stillness and

the thoughts of keeping warm,


although there’s clear and present danger

in getting in her path

there can be great enjoyment

in watching Mother Nature’s wrath,


the calm is coming to end

it’s more than plain to see

as lightning breaks the clean grey slate

of sky behind the trees


the rain begins to mist

the wind begins to howl

lightning brightens threatening skies

as thunder snarls and growls


the postman looks up to the sky

and shakes a tight-clenched fist

for the raindrops dance upon his head

falling stronger than a mist


somehow fear eludes me

as I take in all the sights

and suddenly, looking to the west

I see soft clouds of white


blue comes shortly after

then warm rays of sun

just as quickly as it came,

the thunderstorm is done.