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.