Summer Storm Poem by Edward Webb

Sometimes the gold complexion of heaven is dimmed,
by grey mass in whipped wind
can give rise to a storm laced with electrical suspension

for some temperate days can have air that seems thick,
day sitting dank, still and stale
for nature is felt within these warm skies
that seems charged in this suspended before

Suddenly,
all around goes still,
birds stop their play,
white clouds once glide the sky of summers day;
characters changed and a colour now dark grey.

the temperate day, turns to a feel intense,
the clouds now weighted and grey, grow immense,

nature around turns from their days art, in anticipation,
waiting for the storms start.

tensions hung in silent, stillness of weighted skies, heated in upward rise;
sudden in a growl, that rumbles upon the hills,
like a predatory snarl before sight of taloons
by a crack of a storms surprise,
a whiplash; a flash so bright,
frightful eyes weld shut to hide from their sight
lightning prongs, embed earths ground, energy, power smites, hit source and what ever its course alights
, gate of heaven has opened and relinquishes,
great waters in tide above,
not by river found,
but to trees in parched earth stood,
love drenched, yet thirst dug root get a watered quench.

such scaled energies, never will longingly last,
natures opera soon has passed
climate of after; freshened, with a pressured dank felt lessened,.

clouds temper, soothed and removed of sat power,
and to seem relived by their release, fluff up and white turns their face calmed

, once again; birds in dance, return to wing and life of chance

all can feel this days temper, turn,
the temperate blues of pastel hue, site cotton that drifts serene in sky blue,

a floor hosts dancers of flight, joys upstaged,
within new seemed air made light,

And with a now hanging tensed removed,
summer day contented forward plays soothed.