Summer Skies

The sky turns dark with anger and disdain.
The crackle of lightning begins its refrain.
The winds rattle with their persistence.
Tall green pines now bend in resistance.

Mother Nature has forcefully begun her cry.
Ominous rumblings are heard from the sky.
As the day's light dissipates and dark clouds form,
birds sing out warnings, rushing from the distant storm.

While the wind courses through the trees,
hurriedly, all of nature begins to flee.
Farmers look to the sky, with prayers and pleas,
while children giggle and shout with glee.

As the gentle raindrops begin their fall,
the earth will be sated with her call.
Soon, the dust will cease to fly,
no longer will the land be hot and dry.

There is rage and seething in the air,
trumpeting its arrival with a blare.
None are safe from the intensity that will be brought.
There is no defense from this ferocious onslaught.

Furiously, the rain begins its descent to the ground,
rooftops and streets pummeled with a relentless sound.
Water gushes forth in a never-ending torrent,
spewing buckets of hail, adding to the torment.

Just as it started, the rain and wind abate,
the stormy summer skies have met their fate.
Once again, the summer sun shines upon the earth,
and all of nature has begun its rebirth.