The Cooling Cloudburst

Alan .S. Jeeves

As lightening brights the meadow

And thunder dulls the air;

I feel it still,

A stormy chill,

An aura everywhere.

 

I wander o'er the pathway

And paddle through the rain;

My bootheels squash

The squelchy wash

Along the puddled lane.

 

My face refreshed with teardrops

The clouds have wept from high;

They gently wet

My eyes, and yet,

They barely seem to cry.

 

I dance on midst the moisture

The hail sends down to earth;

I sense the beat

Beneath my feet

And sing for all I'm worth.

 

But then the fulgid sunlight

Warms the land once more;

I'm home to you

As I step through

A rainbow's archwayed door.

 

                          ASJ

 

 

  • Author: ASJ (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 11th, 2020 01:42
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