A summer storm is raging far Beyond the distant hills Lightning flashes, Fleeting glows, As thunder rolls and thrills In growling waves.
The radio is buzzing out its warning to the world βBe careful, all who venture forth, For Heavenβs wrath.β
The sidewalks turn to rivers, And our valleys now are ponds, My garden serves as bathing space for families of frogs.
Theyβre not afraid.
And now that Thunder prowls away, And Lightning follows, in her wrath, I creep outside, where gentle rain Soothes aching trees and grass. Placid raindrops making art On my flooded lawn.