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
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)