Those drizzling mounds are coming my way,
Those moving with speeds of the winds are crowding my day,

I can feel their movement past the vast expanse,
I can sense their arrival while birds gather with their sounds, to dance,

They are near by and their sounds are drowning my senses,
The wind they came with, is spreading the word through fences,

There they come in a giant grey swirl,
with the striking thunder cutting across their curls,

They descend in volumes of sparkling drops,
They ripple apart the surface wide with pops,

The celebration of the heavens adorns the earth,
every living, being and bead now soaks in their mirth.