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.