Summer Storm

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It starts slowly

Just a drop or two

The sidewalk is dotted

And the asphalt turns darker

Slowly the winds increase

And the rain falls faster

There is a flash in the distance

And a low rumble of thunder

Begins to get louder

The winds grow strong

A downpour at an angle

Lightning and thunder within a few miles

It rages for a while

Even produces a little hail

Then almost as fast as it started

The winds die down

The rain slows to a sprinkle

The clouds move onward

And the faintest hints of color in the sky

As a rainbow shimmers in the aftermath

Of the summer storm


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – rain

Day 3

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)