A late summer storm is moving in
distant thunder rumbles closer
with each lightning flash.
Rain begins to wash away the days dust
wind carries each drop driving it down.
Puddles form as the storm grows
Winds howl louder with stronger gusts.
Small bits of hail pelt down to the ground
Thunder rolls deeper and longer.
Soon the lights flicker and threaten darkness.
In a matter of minutes the winds slow,
the rumbles calm as the lightning dims.
Another short summer storm has blown through
The puddles start to soak into the ground
and the clouds break apart.
This summer storm has quenched the land.
(My Day 3 happiness is the end of a summer storm and the fresh smell new fallen rain leaves behind)