Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Summer storm

A low rumble to the west,
disturbs my slumber.
A deep sleep,
So restful and calm,
Coming from tiredness beyond description.
The clouds part
And the sun shines again.
The clouds build from the south
And the thunder returns.
Will there be rain?
The storm comes,
whether there be rain or not.
The cooling breeze caresses our faces,
The warmth of the day dissipates.

1 comment:

Libby said...

i love it, joey!