Thunderheads, towering anvils,
building in the west.
The air is still and heavy,
signaling it will be a humdinger.

My little dog and I
check doors and windows,
preparing for the onslaught
as the storm unleashes its fury.

Lightning rents the clouds
and thunder shakes the sky.
Wind rages overhead and
rain pounds down on the roof.

Then, slowly, the rumbling
lumbers off to the east,
rain lets up, calm returns,
and we venture out

into the freshly washed evening
as the sun breaks out
beneath the fleeing clouds
in a lovely, late summer sunset.


© by Bob Kimberly.
Used here with the author’s permission.