The rain dries,
In my eyes.

The storm stops,
Still with “ker-plops”.

The ground is dry,
The sun is shy.

Trees waving safety,
Still a little shaky.

Umbrellas down,
No streets drown.

Wind blowing strong,
Trees moving along.

Fresh air is sweet,
Birds come out to tweet.

Its all over,
No need to rover.

Clouds are rolling by.
A storm is passing through.
The grass is turning gray.
The rain is wet and blue.

Hail starts coming down
the storm has just begun.
People running for shelter
At no sign of the sun.

I watch absolutely silently.
I sit tight inside.
I cradle my shaking knees.
And try hide.

Will the storm end?
Everyone wonders.
Then here they come.
The booming sound of thunders.