Ominous thunder clouds build higher, as if on steroids.
Advancing as a single unit from the mountain range.
As a joke, the unrelenting sun, hides now and then,
offering a brief relief from it's sweltering heat.
Wildlife now lies low, knowing what nature does send.
The farthest range, gone from view, behind a deathly veil.
Devouring hill and valley, the storm presses forward,
torrential rain trails along as if a wedding trane.
Thunder reverberates, pulsing through the veins with fear.
Rattling windows, shaking the smell of rain from the air.
As if one, dogs barks turn to a mournful wail, then stop.
A raindrop lands on the softened blacktop.  It is here.

Keeper of the past, Mother of the future,
reclaiming death, so as to offer rebirth.
Embracing us all in your nurturing womb.
A living organism, that holds us,  Earth.

Carrier of whispers, spoken by the stars.
Mercurial mind set, as you do portend,
changes of the seasons and of coming storms.
The very breath of our atmosphere, the Wind.

Giver of light and warmth, to our darkest nights.
Within your dance, renewal on a pyre.
Hypnotic temper, fuels cycle of re growth,
ashes to ashes, we rise from the Fire.

Elixir of life, able to move mountains.
Drop by drop, your  are natures perfect sculptor,
the very essence of deadly gracefulness.
Undulating rythym, that we call Water

Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, does not stand alone.
Working together, they make this planet home.